THE AFGHAN
Two weeks after my mother died,
the 5 of us gathered
for the gifts.
We each had a number: 1 to 5.
And the numbers were put in a hat.
I had number 4 and I got to pick 1st.
Lucky me! I picked mom’s afghan.
She told me that was the one thing she
wanted from her mom after she died.
That meant it was from our great grand-
mother, Sarah, from years and years ago.
That meant it warmed the shoulders of
three generations for many a winter’s night.
That meant it was sacred - a mantle -
a memory knitted with love and devotion.
And I wondered who will get this when
I die and will it be a wanted choice number 1?
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2016
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