I still have the afghan you made for me all those years ago mother Although I have washed the afghan dozens of times the silver strands are still interlaced through the yarn I feel your love and warmth each time I cover myself with this special afghan. You are always here with me when I am ill and covered with my afghan interlaced with silver strands through the yarn Yes mother the silver strands are your hair As you so lovingly made my afghan your hair fell into the weave left behind when you left this earth heaven bound For the Early Mothers Day ~ Contest of P. D. Written by: Carol Brown 3rd Place Winner Dedicated to my Mother Helen Elizabeth Huebner 08/1928 ~ 10/2005