Mama's Cobbler Apron (National Poetry Month, Quatrain, Mundane Objects)

Mary Naylor  confirmed
Mama wore a cobbler's Apron,

That covered her front and back.

It was her badge of honor,

A flowery shield that kept her on track.

Now a forgotten dream, a formless husk.

A knight who once shielded a queen

Once bright warrior, now crumbling dust.

Sleep well, food-stained hero, among the unseen!

Published by Mary Naylor confirmed

I was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1933. I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, a wild and beautiful state, rich in literature and lore. I loved the stories of Paul Bunyon and his ox, Babe. The hoax of t...  View profile

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