Saturday Poem / Mother's dress
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Mother always said she wanted a dress
The color of the mountains in fall.
Swaths of yellow and amber
Burnt into orange and scarlet,
Grey-black lace beneath it all.
I found her such a dress before she died,
All the colors of the mountains
In folds of sweet caress.
Her ashes are there now
In that rich and simple dress.
First Published December 1, 2012 12:00 am