in my childhood home was a service porch
a cupboard there held my mother’s cleaning supplies
on the inside of the cupboard door was a hook
that held some of the sweetest memories of my life
there hung a simple cotton apron
adorned with delicate violets
white rick rack rimmed the edges of the big pockets
and surrounded the ample bib
this apron saw duty through all seasons and celebrations
of the year for many years
but it was the little everyday things
that forever remain in my mind