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, the 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...
