poems

In a Large Family

Mother used to stitch a bit of colored thread into each of our towels, wash clothes, socks and personal items as identification for usage by my four brothers and me. My color was red, or maybe it was yellow. Somehow yellow is pushing itself in. But my favorite color was red. I had a red baby blanket of which I was extremely fond when I was very young.

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