A Rug

I braided on a rug,
With colors bright.
Around and around they went,
With strands both dark and light.

Shades just like the rainbow,
Showed with every hue.
Magenta-red and crimson,
Were filled in by the blue.

Light-gold, brown and yellow,
Around the edge...did go.
It took ahold of purple,
And put on such a show.

It got to be a beauty,
So long...it was in size.
To see the colors mixing,
Held awe within my eyes.

I likened it to every life,
With such a gorgeous blend.
The braid began with birth at first,
And went on till the end.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

The rug in front of the sink was, indeed, braided by Ethel Pickett. It now adorns the kitchen of her great grand-daughter. Ethel used a five strand braid.