Afghan

A beautiful afghan,
Where warmth is being fed.
Colors in a blanket,
That laid upon my bed.

More than rainbow colors,
It was...every hue.
So fancy...laced together,
In strands of brightest blue.

I so much nestled to it,
When came the chilling night.
My vision laid upon it,
And stayed close to my sight.

So soft...just like a kitten,
And fluffy where it lay.
I even held it to me,
When I knelt down to pray.

Folded neatly on my bed,
I took it where I crept.
To pull it up around my ears,
T'is then...I slept.


E.P. 1908 - 1989


Afghan made by Pam Miller.