And still you sing me Lullabies
those sweet tunes from long ago
but with them I associate a comfort
of lavender scented days I know.
Your bordered path of purple hue
a welcome to your door
The waft I came to love so much
in memory forever stored.
You used it for Medicinal puposes
to relax me off to sleep
making oil to jist each room
are reveries I'll always keep.
It is years now since that day
when you took flight and went above
You send me little feathers now that
i scent with lavender and love.
You see I am a replica of you
My children are akin to this smell
they love to hear the stories of
my lullaby lavender days
Adding your comment:
Ditto on Pure Thought's comment. 
Write on, shine on, Lady Ireland!! (Gosh, I haven't used that phrase in a long while, but I really mean it!!) Keep it flowing... 
