I faintly remember going with my parents to a
black and white premier with a marquee billing
The film was shown in a crowded movie house...
the motion picture's name was 'Golden Earrings'
I was a very quiet seven years old at the time
I sat in an oversized velvet padded theater chair
feeling alone among a forest of applauding adults
I did not relate to the theme based on a love affair
There was a scene of gypsies singing a song I enjoyed
They sang of a young woman who wore golden earrings
The meaning was clear…when your love wears them...
to you she will be true… it was the promise of the evening
As the attraction ended there was a flurry of excitement
I soon learned that the director of the celluloid scenes
was an honored guest and he was seated in the lobby
Guests filed out in a row…they shook his hand with praise
He was old I thought…his remaining hair was graying…
As he smiled he graciously patted me on the head
I knew this was a special moment…but I did not absorb
the reason why… I looked forward to going home instead
10/7/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem