Lavender
Me described in color as my partner sees me.
The first thing you must know about me is I love the color purple. My phone case is purple, sunglasses, purses, shoes, and most importantly my notebook. Whenever I get a personalized gift for a birthday it comes in purple. I welcome all shades of purple from lilac to violet and of course lavender. So when I asked my partner to pick a color that describes me, lavender, seemed a natural choice. But what I didn't expect was the why. My partner said that I bring relaxation to their life, just like our favorite lavender oil we drop in the diffuser. So I wrote this poem about being Lavender. Enjoy.
Lavender
Looking at her I see
A wave of purple majesty - A
Vision of tranquility. Here is
Earth’s maiden in my presence.
Now I hold her in my arms and
Dare myself to inhale her scent, to
Ease my stress and worries.
Rachel is her name.
About the Creator
Rachel Kiskaddon
Hi, I'm Rachel, an emerging writer and poet who lives in Philadelphia. My work focuses on relationships, mental health, and women’s experiences. Visit my blog: www.linesoflavender.com
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