Spindrift said she
of the colour of her uniform,
saying the pale blue
permitted greying
like no other hue.
that was her day-dress too,
even on those holidays few,
when she came over
tagging her mother,
lending a helping hand,
cleaning up after messy me.
She was a quiet child,
exceedingly polite,
ready to blend into the wall,
if such be the call,
but that slight frame
framed opinions robust,
ones that got her mother
to leave her wastrel
of a ‘protector’-tormentor
and herself to leave school
at fourteen, no less,
to chip in and care
for a family she did not choose,
a role thrust on her
the way nature does,
burdening those
who can shoulder such.
when’ll she move from spindrift
to teal and turquoise,
lemon and lavender,
cayenne and cantaloupe ?
p.s: i owe the panoply of colours floating around in this one to an email from R.S.C, a colleague and a friend
@andy, Scott:
happy to see you like this one 
I see where this one came from…..!!
yeah
should’ve had roshan in the credits space 
totally!
done