
Cathleen
JUNE 6, 1944
It’s almost as though
everyone is walking
on tippy-toe.
New York City is quiet—
hushed and listening
for the latest news
of the invasion
that will lead us
on the path to peace.
Or not, depending
upon how it goes.
For now, all eyes
are on the news line.
All hearts have stopped beating.
Please, Lord...
Please.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo courtesy Library of Congress. Note: if you click on the photo, it opens in another screen and the news ticker is easier to read.
3 comments:
Oh, I love the sense of stillness here, of hope mixed with trepidation...
My mother told me that this was the moment that seemed as if everyone was holding their collective breaths, just as it seems your poem is doing. And, so unlike today, they waited for news, & waited & waited. Thank you!
I can imagine all of NYC gathered at various tickers and watching in hopeful anticipation of the beginning of an end to the war. It must have been excruciating for some.
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