"I'll help", she shouted and got the ten rackabites in her care
She did'nt know them yet, but their father - she just would'nt dare!
The man was so lost to the world around and hardly seemed to react
To sight or sound or touch or wince, this, or for that matter, even that.
Sunday school was where they met and the children were so up-tight
Neither a nudge nor a push could get any of them to start a fight.
This was of course as long as he was around, with a hawk-eye and stick
How could their mother desert him now, and leave him a nanny to pick.
But here she was and he could'nt wait, to watch her energies succumb
Just like the three before her went, this one too would go all but dumb.
What was he to do but live by risk, chance, challenge and nerve
"One more", he told himself and turned, he would pay for her to serve.
She went along and was'nt oblivious to impish delight and glee
"I'll have fun", she thought and broke into a silent "la..la..lee.lee".
The orphanage for her was now a long lost thing of the distant past
She would run if she could, but the car was sure her idea of super fast.
The children too had thoughts you know and dangerous ones at that
They had twisted the previous one's tale and left a toad in her hat.
Violet was coming home now and Jane knew what to do and say
A pail of paint, some marbles and, "Ma'am, let me show you the way".
That was all, they had enough and more than their share
No mother, father all taut, how much more to show dispair?
It was only the stick they feared, everytime he was around
He seemed too bothered with everything - smell, sight and sound.
Violet was shown her room, a feast for her sore eyes for sure
She was going to make the most of this, and the country-side lure.
Day one, they sneaked, she missed the pail, as if expecting far worse
Day two, Wally the chameloen wriggled in time out of her purse.
But she was determined, you see, never to return to what 'was' home
This villa was now where she hoped to grey, with the spirals and dome.
In time the tables turned and now she tricked and fooled their lot
They wondered and wondered and then realized, it was her company they sought.
She too dared up trees and knew the most amazing songs after meals
They danced together and studied French and learnt to turn cart-wheels.
When she sang, they sang along and even danced the jig
Donny the touchy one with the dirty snout, loved her call him a 'pig'!
Soon Raven, Sam, Paul, Maggie, Winnie, June, Peter, Reese, Donald and Juliet
Loved her like the skin on their palms, she became their 'lovely Violet'.
A mother's love they knew not of and neither of others their own age
But a friend they had in her blue eyes, a book with color on every page.
Father did marry and they could'nt care less for tux or lace or frill
Now they had time to call their own, with Violet, in wamth and winter chill.
True friendships your know don't just happen, they are willed
They come to light to sparkle and be heard in voices that are stilled.
She did'nt know them yet, but their father - she just would'nt dare!
The man was so lost to the world around and hardly seemed to react
To sight or sound or touch or wince, this, or for that matter, even that.
Sunday school was where they met and the children were so up-tight
Neither a nudge nor a push could get any of them to start a fight.
This was of course as long as he was around, with a hawk-eye and stick
How could their mother desert him now, and leave him a nanny to pick.
But here she was and he could'nt wait, to watch her energies succumb
Just like the three before her went, this one too would go all but dumb.
What was he to do but live by risk, chance, challenge and nerve
"One more", he told himself and turned, he would pay for her to serve.
She went along and was'nt oblivious to impish delight and glee
"I'll have fun", she thought and broke into a silent "la..la..lee.lee".
The orphanage for her was now a long lost thing of the distant past
She would run if she could, but the car was sure her idea of super fast.
The children too had thoughts you know and dangerous ones at that
They had twisted the previous one's tale and left a toad in her hat.
Violet was coming home now and Jane knew what to do and say
A pail of paint, some marbles and, "Ma'am, let me show you the way".
That was all, they had enough and more than their share
No mother, father all taut, how much more to show dispair?
It was only the stick they feared, everytime he was around
He seemed too bothered with everything - smell, sight and sound.
Violet was shown her room, a feast for her sore eyes for sure
She was going to make the most of this, and the country-side lure.
Day one, they sneaked, she missed the pail, as if expecting far worse
Day two, Wally the chameloen wriggled in time out of her purse.
But she was determined, you see, never to return to what 'was' home
This villa was now where she hoped to grey, with the spirals and dome.
In time the tables turned and now she tricked and fooled their lot
They wondered and wondered and then realized, it was her company they sought.
She too dared up trees and knew the most amazing songs after meals
They danced together and studied French and learnt to turn cart-wheels.
When she sang, they sang along and even danced the jig
Donny the touchy one with the dirty snout, loved her call him a 'pig'!
Soon Raven, Sam, Paul, Maggie, Winnie, June, Peter, Reese, Donald and Juliet
Loved her like the skin on their palms, she became their 'lovely Violet'.
A mother's love they knew not of and neither of others their own age
But a friend they had in her blue eyes, a book with color on every page.
Father did marry and they could'nt care less for tux or lace or frill
Now they had time to call their own, with Violet, in wamth and winter chill.
True friendships your know don't just happen, they are willed
They come to light to sparkle and be heard in voices that are stilled.
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