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Your Daughter, Violet

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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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