Gramma's gone but not forgotten, br that's her apron hanging there. br It still hangs in Grampa's kitchen br sometimes he looks at it and stares. br br When Gramma wore her apron br it was magical to see. br The pockets held such treasures br for the grandkids just like me. br br Saw it shine up Grampa's fender once, br just as pretty as you please, br and it wiped my brother's cheek off br one time when he sneezed. br br It took cookies from the oven br and it rushed to wipe a tear. br Got a grain of sand out of your eye, br and made a lap for the stories we'd hear. br br It wiped spills up from the countertop br when she was baking pies, br a symbol of her love and care br and it showed, too, in her eyes. br br Sometimes I'm sad to look at it br when I see my Grampa stare. br Gramma's gone but not forgotten. br That's her apron hanging there.br br C.J.