A Poem

 Lavished Lavender Lady

A frock of lavender pulled tight

A radiant gown of mostly white

Oh, lavished, lavender lady

Is it you the church bells cry for gaily?

On this wedding day in spring

The golden bells of the the steeple ring

And the tiny joyous voices sing

For the lavender bouquet they bring

Lavender set behind gentle curls

Around a neck a string of pearls

“Oh, now do not chide,”

The lavished, lavender lady cried

“I shall be a springtime bride!”

Flowers of the prettiest hues 

All pink, purple, yellow, and blues

Bob their head, like the choirs best

At the lavished, lavender lady’s request

The wedding day comes and goes 

And like the gently falling snow

Is the the young wife’s happy glow

For the child she will soon bestow

The snowflakes melt 

And the years roll by

The happy laughter in a child’s life

Fill the summer without any strife 

Wrinkles dimpled the old bride’s cheeks

As her child’s grown and her grandchildren sleep

An old man smiled at his bride that night

As he remembers her gown of radiant white

With lavender set in her pale blonde hair

And the love that they long have and shall ever share

Autumn’s nests of gold is shed 

Apples sweet and apples red

Pumpkins of an orangish tint

Set happily in a grandchild's mit

As the old man sings with his wife a hymn

His deep blue eyes dim

He takes at last a final breath

In his beloved wife’s arms he rests

And is at peace as he tastes his death

 Lavender blooms in the old widow’s garden

As a husband’s soul is forever, hearten

The lavished, lavender lady looks

As her husbands buried beside the brook

Oh so beautiful with waters blue,

The eyes she once looked into

Tears roll down her wrinkled cheeks

Her snow white hair as old as antiques

A black veil shrouds her pale green eyes

That ever look to where her husband lies

Time goes by in that beautiful spring

Feeling as though she were once the bride of a king

Her heart is still happy and ever content

For the years in the arms of her covenant

Now she lies at her husband’s side

And ever eye at her funeral cried

Oh, lavished, lavender lady

Live now in heaven and do so gaily

Rest in the arms of God and your love

For though time passes the story’s not done…

By: Abigail