They dressed me in it every holiday,
The color I hated with royal passion.
Purple rain infuses my skin.
Never was I good enough for other colors;
No, it was always grape for me.
They dressed me in it every holiday.
Except one Christmas of sky-blue hue
A princess dress I wore that never bore
The color I hated with royal passion.
Now see what lies within these noble veins
That lay hidden all those years ago…
Purple rain infuses my skin.
*Original title is Blue-Blooded. The poetry type is Cascade. The inspiration came from my childhood when for every holiday my step-grandmother would make holiday dresses for me in purple. My favorite color was blue but my cousin (who also had blonde hair) was dressed in it. The irony is that her favorite color was purple. We laugh about it now but it was a constant source of dread every year growing up. 🙂
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Color is such an emotional thing. Hmmm – What’s my favorite color? I think it depends on mood and background – contrast? I’m picturing two girls each wishing she had the other’s dress, and glad they can now laugh about it.
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LoL. There’s a little more to it than that but, yes, two little girls laughed about it once they were older.
Purple is the only color that’s emotional for me. Smells, however, hold myriads of emotion, especially the scent of Palmolive dish soap.
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Grandmother’s apple pie hot from the oven. Just imagining smelling it I see that kitchen.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Dresses the wrong color, one the right one.
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