MY MUSICAL WAR
Uncle Mick has come home
--badly scarred, but whole.
He and Mom are downstairs
right now, jitterbugging to
"I’m Beginning to See the Light."
They’ve played it at leastsix times and don’t show signs
of stopping. That song will be
the one I’ll remember when I
think about the war ending.
When I look back I hear
"We’ll Meet Again"--a tune
that in my ignorance I thought
more hopeful than sad.
Then there’s "He Wears a Pair
of Silver Wings" to remind me
of neighborhood boys who
ran off to become flyers.
Sinatra singing "Snootie
Little Cutie" brings back
the handsome Marine who
nearly swept me away!
Ooh, listen! They’re playing
"Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive"...
excuse me while I go downstairs
to listen to another memory.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Sheet music from author's personal collection.
3 comments:
I grew up listening to those songs, watching my family dance in the living room, almost forgetting what they'd just survived. Your poem reflects it wonderfully, Diane. Thank you!
Thanks, Linda, it's nice to know I got it right!
I am familiar with some too - from my parents. More poignant now than ever. Beautiful, Diane.
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