(Written for #FWF: Free Write Friday)
This week’s FWF prompt is a word bank: blanket – falsetto – cumbersome – cinema – coins
They returned from the cinema house to their shabby home,
Dreaming of London, Paris, New York and Rome.
“Mama why can’t we live in bungalow like the movie stars”, asked young Jill
“Instead of this rundown down place on a lonely hill”
“But we live in such a lovely house,” argued Mary
With a wide open playground and trees full of cherry”
“But this rain taps annoyingly on the tin roof all night”
Oh but the wonderful rhythm it gives to our songs is just perfectly right.
“Mama why can’t we eat cheese and pasta and the delicious risotto?”
“But that doesn’t beat the taste of our garden veggies, eh?”, Mary asked, acutely aware of her own falsetto
“I too want to be rich movie star and wear pretty frocks”
“Dream high pretty girl”, said Mary, counting the pennies stashed in some torn socks.
“Why can’t I come with you Mama, it scares me to be alone when all is dark outside”
“Honey the stars will give you company tonight, I’ll soon be back by your side”
It was not an easy job to have these cumbersome conversations all day long
Life would have been so nice if it was just one happy song
How Mary wished she could be like the other mothers and not live a life of lies
And tuck her baby under the blanket each night and sing her lullabies
She put on her fishnet stockings and corset and whipped a brush through her hair
“Life is unfortunately not a movie, little one”, her tear whispered in the air.