Violet

• Rebecca Town, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2006

Violet, you lived in a spinning yellow flower
With imperfect nectar sipping through your lips
You found me after only one hour
Warming cold and bitter fingertips

Your left hand meant so much more than anyone could ever know
I kept this memory locked inside so that I could one day show
An army of inadequacy that I can and will be inspired again
By Violet, her uplifting love and all that she holds within

I listen to her lullaby that sings “Let this be.”
And I am finally able to sleep
In the quiet of her empathy