**Apron**
Tied around with practiced ease,
The apron whispers in the breeze.
A shield from flour, from stain and spill,
It wraps around with quiet will.
In kitchens warm or workshops neat,
It bears the marks of tasks complete.
Of meals prepared with care and grace,
Of hands that work, of time and place.
Its strings are worn, its fabric frayed,
Yet still it serves, unafraid.
A humble cloak of simple thread,
That tells the stories daily fed.
In every fold, a memory stays,
Of busy nights and peaceful days.
The apron speaks of love and care,
A witness to lifeβs work laid bare.
About the Creator
Danny Prem kumar
A vision is our long-term goals and aspirations for the future in terms of its long-term growth and impact on this world. My mission defines what we do and what we stand for, while our vision speaks to our goals and ideals for the future.
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I like this perspective.