'Old Braided Rug' Poem by Linda Winchell

I found an old hand made braided rug
at a thrifty store, the other day.
It was quite a dirty sight to see
with some of its edges frayde.

I bought it up and rushed it home!
to give this little rug, a gentle loving needed bath.
And when it was cleaned, there was seen
braided memories of someone's past.

One braided rope weaved into another
a child's pajamas or maybe a robe?
Then an old flour bag, 'Velvet Flour'
was the logo, in this rug they'd sewed.

Then what looked to be a small center piece
remnants of someone's wedding gown.
I think they placed it there on purpose
Sort of like this little rugs, jeweled crown.

Memories of someone's life
braided into this useful little rug.
To place in front of a sink or bed
giving where ever placed, a little braided hug.

I don't know if anyone still makes them
these journals of a persons past?
But this little braided rug is now mine to treasure
to be enjoyed as long as it will last.