aprons

| aprons |

 

do you remember a time

when you fit right into your role

the uniform hugged every curve,

the hat snug around your crown

and you knew you were meant for it

as much as it was meant for you

pull the strings tight around your waist

this is what you were born to do

but it only lasts so long

small legs grow long

tiny hands hold their own future

and now you have to uncover

what else is there

what else has purpose

it's your time now

where do your hands feel home

but while you may find a fit

what if the apron is not yours

sometimes you have to know

when is it your path

and when you are wearing

someone else's garb

Done