Summer Dress

Summer dress she sews Until her fingers bleed Mending and mourning Memories that will never be Earsplitting new silence Running through each stitch Dress, mustard colored with stars Embroidered with sadness, by confusion A nightmare from which she can’t awaken The last thing she will ever wear Her summer dress made in grief Death came for her too soon Roses, white, will rest on her Embraced by heaven’s angels She is beautiful in the summer dress Stitched by her sorrow stricken mother