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March 2009, vol 5 no 1
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Lynn Edge Mother's Dress She lies with wrinkled hands clasped around a beaded cross made by a childhood friend. A butterfly brooch sparkles on the shoulder of her white-collared navy dress. Her face, spectacles on, looks serene, more like herself than when I last saw her living. After the memorial, while looking through family photos, I realize Mother wore the same navy dress to my daughter's wedding. cherry wood casket my grandson's note in the secret drawer |