Vio-Lotta-Letta-Lou
went for a walk not knowing where to,
with one shoe brown, and the other blue,
she strutted softly without a clue.

She was on a mission, for what, for who?
She knew not of, but had her dog named Blue.
She carried her pack, full of books, food, and toys,
But realized she left the flares that made noise.
Should she get lost, no one would know,
But Vio-Lotta-Letta-Lou, was insistent to go.

As she moved through the woods, the town watched her back,
Some cheered and rooted she’d stay on track,
Others hoped she would stumble or fall in a hole,
And be left in the dark, with no longer a soul.

But Vio-Lotta-Letta (sometimes dropping the Lou)
Did not lose sight of what was true,
Of what was important, of what was right,
of what was real, of what was fright.

She foraged by day, picking morels and wild roses,
Concocting potions with her fire and doses,
She slept in a blanket, her dog by her side,
Hoping the journey would be quick and subside.

But she knew from the womb, all good things take time,
Work, intent, and action, a little bit of sublime.
So she kept on her trail, her nose to the ground,
Her lovers and friends the background of sound.

Day upon day, Vio-Lotta-Letta-Lou
Slunk through the forest, pushing through,
For she was stubborn and stuck in her ways.
But knew she wanted more for the rest of her days.
More as in pow, whizz bang, smack, splash,
The kid kept going, hoping she would not crash.

The path she was on was worn and ragged,
From others who tried, some victorious, some jagged.
But her head remained high, her eyes on the prize
Her grandma once said, “Be ten times your size,”
So she grew in her mind, to be bigger than the sky,
And she continued on happily, as the cold nights passed by,

She had her pup, her dearest pal,
her furry companion, her cuddly gal.
Who would keep her warm, amidst the mess,
She marched on forward, so eager, so obsessed
With making a life of all she ever wanted,
It would take heaps of guts, a normal life stunted.

At times she would fret when she was alone,
Her parents behind her as stiff as a bone.
For she left without warning but one day would show,
That Vio-Lotta-Letta-Lou really did have to go.
To see the world, she had said, and the normals said pshhh,
But Vio-Lotta-Letta-Lou looked forward and mushed.

She brushed off the forest as it clung like glue.
Trying to keep her from doing the do.
For Vio-Lotta-Letta-Lou somehow never knew,
She had it in her heart, where she was going to.

She thought back to home, where times were different,
Where people were habitual, traditional, not flagrant.
Many dissuaded her intentions, gobs insulted,
Vio-Lotta-Letta-Lou shielded and refused to be jolted
By the piles of No’s, and Can’ts, and Won’ts,
Of excuses for days, the Do’s that remained Don’ts.

For people were sad, and mad, and stuck,
But Vio-Lotta-Letta-Lou refused to be muck,
Even though it would mean to leave it all behind,
She took up the challenge with her goals in mind.

Eventually she made it to the glorious place,
And basked in the sunshine until it felt glazed,
For she realized that nimbleness and perspective are key,
And kindness reigns, but Love is Queen Bee,
For nowhere is ever the end all be all,
And happiness lurks in places so small.

Contentment is key, and you should too
Be more like Vio-Lotta-Letta-Lou.