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
Copyright © Marilin Rodriguez | Year Posted 2011
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