Mother’s Colored Embroidery

Your wedding held such hope,
I see green strands of joy,
Blue cross stitch? First born son.
He served his tour in Vietnam.

Pinks reserved for Rose and Emy,
Orange, yellow? Sons more, three!
Why some flowers stitched in red?
Those are heartaches; tears you shed.

Mom, white stitches I fail to see?
Ah, that’s heaven. You wait for me!

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