An Apron

Sweet small insignificant are
the memories that hold you most.

Innocent they lead me to my most desired place,
Child-like, clinging to the waist of the one they most love.

An even pastel, the pleasant and soothing setting,
Smoothing edges, preparing for friends to come in peace.

Simplest of fabrics, drawing no attention but in serving,
Bringing to each their wants with reward only in joy.

Thus, the gentle night breeze guides my mind to thoughts of home.

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