Silver Strands
I still have the afghan you made for me all
those years ago mother
Although I have washed the afghan dozens
of times the silver strands are still interlaced
through the yarn
I feel your love and warmth each time I cover
myself with this special afghan.
You are always here with me when I am ill
and covered with my afghan interlaced with
silver strands through the yarn
Yes mother the silver strands are your hair
As you so lovingly made my afghan your hair
fell into the weave left behind when you left this
earth heaven bound
For the Early Mothers Day ~ Contest of P. D.
Written by: Carol Brown
3rd Place Winner
Dedicated to my Mother
Helen Elizabeth Huebner
08/1928 ~ 10/2005
Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2011
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