I remember an old afghan
my mother she once had
She said it was her grammas
the mother of her dad
Although she never knew her
she died before her birth
The stories her dad told her
it's weight in gold was worth
He told her of a woman
so gentle kind and meek
The angels danced in heaven
whenever she did speak
She sacraficed and worked hard
to keep her family strong
The backbone was this woman
and she lived life with a song
Oh how mom wished she knew her
when grampa told his tale
His eyes were always misty
his voice trembeled without fail
One day inside an old trunk
an afghan she did find
Grampa told her it was his mothers
and with her own hands she did bind
As a young boy he was very sick
and his mother she did know
This loving gift from her heart
would help her son to grow
So while he wresteled in is bed
she went dilligently to work
Long hours in the night time
the labor was well worth
For when she gave it to him
she gave it with a prayer
God heard this special angel
and her son his life did spare
This old afghan was so special
to my mother and her dad
And then one day it was missplaced
I could see it made mom sad
For many years it stayed missing
and then just the other day
We found this dusty old trunk
safely tucked away
I asked mom what was in it
she said she had no clue
And when we opened there it was
the afghan long overdue
And then she told me of the tale
with teardrops in her eyes
Just as her daddy told her
then I asked her for the prize
I told her I would keep it safe
from it never to depart
A legacy a piece of my life
made with love from a mothers heart
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