My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lif — Brenda Sutton Rose
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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.

— Brenda Sutton Rose
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