Ode+to+the+Purple+Tallit

As I walk through the metal doors something caught my eye. A purple bag sitting in the middle of the floor, like a green grape on a purple grape vine. The second I saw it I knew it had to be mine. I walked over and picked the bag up, and opened the bag to see what it was. From first sight I could tell it was perfect. I put the silky cape on, I feel like a princess once and for all. I walked toward my social mom, who was mingling with her shull crew. I showed her the cherished silk, and she beamed in amazement. Her smile proved it. As soon as I put it on, I could already hear the audience clapping in my beauty. I turned left then right, dancing with my new tallit. I was a woman now! Wahoo! The tallit was womanhood, representing maturity and responsibility. As I put the purple tallit on, I felt as if it was guarding me from my childish behaviors. I love this tallit, the warming feeling it gave me knowing I was closer to God. I grabbed the tzizit, holding them close to me. I spoke the prayer that was running through my head like a song. "ברוך אתה ה ’ אלוהנו מלך העולם אשר קדשנו וציבנו להתחתפ בציתצית" I am now prepared for this special day, with support from my family, friends and God.