My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk; She cradles in her arms a lifetime of love and sorrow; Its brilliance nearly blinds me.

Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood,...
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood,...
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood,...
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood,...
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My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lifetime of love and sorrow;Its brilliance nearly blinds me. The brilliance of this poem reminds me of the brilliant colors that I see every time I look at my mother’s dress. The stains on the dress are just as colorful as the life that is lived and loved by my mother and the people who surround her. We all have different things to bear and we do so in our own ways.

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