My Afghan

My afghan is blue with violet and tan,

I often wrap myself in it and contemplate my fellow man.

It keeps me warm through winter’s chill,

And I will not sell it, even for my last meal.

It is more than bedding or a decoration,

Because it was made with love and adoration.

It was a gift from my beloved grandmother,

And I will keep it with me until time moves no further.

It is a symbol of her love,

Just as the Cross is of the Lord’s above.

Crocheted with her arthritic hands,

And I will cherish it as long as a single mountain stands.