The Afghan Comments

Collectively we're all made of yarn Weaving through laughter and sorrow with an open hand. I can't help but to unravel around you, lose form, turn into utterly nothing. Perhaps some day a woman in her years Will construct me into an afghan or some sort of comfort for others. And I will soak up their stains in cold weather. And bring smiles to boxes and balloons amongst shoulders.- - -An amazing write, thanks for sharing.