
Lucille
AT THE PICTURE SHOW
Every Thursday night
since the war began
my mother and I go
to the picture show.
She claims it’s because
she needs to escape
from the kitchen.
She doesn’t fool me.
It’s the Movietone news
she goes to see.
Newsreels show the war
as it is—dirty and deadly.
As long as Lowell Thomas is able
to narrate the horrors every week,
Mother will be there to watch.
She wants to be a witness.
Me, I’d rather be a slave
in the kitchen.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo courtesy Library of Congress.
3 comments:
I don't think there's ever going to be as broad a base of movie fans as there was/is in the folks from the 30s and 40s. I just love how your poems reflect so much of what I heard from my mother and father about their experiences during the war years. Thanks, Diane!
I love how they say so much with so little.
Thank you, ladies!
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