Violet May Is Slipping Away

Violet May is slipping away... Gentle breaths are growing shallow Eyes tired of seeing, fade to dim Once agile fingers now bent Swan necks dipping on a sheet Sergeant Vi inspired loyalty Time was her voice was certain Square bashing shy young WRAC's Preparing them for war Next a mother of a 'New Elizabethan' Builder of a brighter world Hope for humankind was nurtured Secure in semidetached convictions But time stole the memories Callous thief that he is Took strength and purpose too And pain replaced certainties And now, Violet May is slipping away...