Afghan
A
striped afghan
covers
my living room chair,
pinks,
browns, and yellows.
I
remember when
my
sister crocheted it.
Shortly
after, she at 22, I at 19
settled
in Lincoln, Nebraska,
a
thousand miles away from home.
Years
later, I told her I wanted
her to will me her afghan
since
it reminded me
of
that phase of life.
The
next Christmas
I
received the afghan in a box,
along
with a note,
“I
plan to live longer than you.”
Thanks
a lot, Sis.
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