One green reading chair sat by the window
Sun streaming in, outside weeping willows
The family is frigid, not much is spoken
She stays in her room. She keeps herself locked in.
Five siblings reside in the echoing mansion
Upstairs, downstairs, east and west branches
Monthly, she writes to her father, unmet
Some in the mailbox, but many unsent
She closes her eyes, daydreams of a time when
She opens the door and she instantly brightens
But time and time over, he keeps on with silence
She pens him a letter, signed “Your daughter, Violet”
“You’d be proud of Ben. He’s gotten so old now
Andrew was shy but he’s grown up so bold now
Leo is frankly the smartest of everyone
Fay, your creative, works harder than all of us.
I love them- love their hearts, love their minds
When they laugh, it’s like someone opened the blinds
But those times seem fewer and farther between now
I truly believe that it’s time that we see you now.
Ben is so angry, he’s always alone
Since that fight with Andrew, I truly don’t know
If it would be helpful if I tried to fix
The damages done, family politics.
Leo just reads. He reads like he’s starving
You’d think that’d be good, but I find it alarming
History should be exciting to delve in
That and the world now- it just overwhelmed him.
Fay- you know her- she loves her art
But she stares at her canvases, fails to start
She says that she tries, but her brain feels grey
She’s been on that trend now since roughly last May.
And Andrew, I hate this, but he is the worst
He’s found a new headspace. He dove in head first
He’s decided that he is the head of the house now
And that’s why I’m begging that you come around now.
Mom used to tell us that you were the greatest
Honest, proud, and that is what made us
The perfect household. The best place to be
But I write to you. You don’t write to me.
If you were so good, you’d be here already
But you stay gone, and we stay unsteady
And I don’t tell them, but it’s still how I feel:
I’m starting to question if you’re even real.
Andrew thinks he’s living life like you would
He says that he’s like you, believes that he’s good
He’s taken the house, he’s blown up his ego
He’s louder and stronger than Ben, Fay and Leo.
The mansion is dull, the doorways are walls here
Andrew’s in charge. He takes all our calls here
In fact, he says that he’s heard straight from you
But from what he’s done, I doubt that’s the truth
So please come around. I know that you won’t.
Show us you care. I think that you don’t.
Please stop your son and pick up your phone.
Please bring humanity back to our home.
I’m here. I care. I swear that I’m trying.
I say that I hope, I feel like I’m lying.
I’d write back your letter, though you haven’t mine yet
With hatred and hope- your daughter, Violet.”
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