It was her favourite apron, It had two pockets, She would slide her hands in them when calling out for assistance, She frowned when there was a delay. Blue was her favourite colour, So she often wore the blue apron, Sometimes I told her to wear other colours, But she looked at me and smiled. Though she changed to other colours, But it seemed the blue one had a hold on her, So l got her two more blue aprons, She thanked and embraced me, They’re my keepsakes, They remind me of her cuisine, They bring back pleasant memories, I still see her through them.