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Daniel Parks

Afghans of Love and Remembrance

The soft, warm yarn from golden skeins,
like sun trimmed clouds on high.
Floating on a summer breeze,
and framed by clear blue skies.
A chain of stitches, crocheted thus,
and intertwined with love.
I pray will consolation give,
down from our God above.
Life is like these woolen threads,
short and sometimes long.
Colors blended, hue by hue,
threads, both weak and strong.
A gift of God that keeps us warm,
like friends and loved ones give.
That through the weaving of our yarns,
our time will onward live.
This warming comfort on cold days,
reminds us of our past.
These yarns held close, by crochet made,
the memories will last.
And though our loved one's far away,
we'll feel them close again.
Memories of happy times,
and love without an end.
Written for Sharon King who makesafghans for Hospice patients.