Cotton thread with flour stain
Meals and memories remain
Hands that tied it through the years
Fed the laughter dried the tears
Not a robe for gilded feast
Not the silk of prince or priest
Still it held a richer grace
Daily love in common place
Button frayed but strong in wear
Evidence of tender care
Apron told the truest tale—
Service does not need a veil
Clothes of honor sometimes hide
Not in fashion but in pride
Those who labor with pure heart
Dress the world in quiet art