Friday, October 2, 2009

Our Best Girl

A half-grown woman draped in love's first blush,
Or spunky child - a gangly playful girl
All smiles as she skates on each soapy brush,
The sunshine flashing in each sausage curl.
But don't be fooled! The Mary on the screen
Might look like innocence personified;
The real Pickford's business sense was keen
(She was yet Lottie's daughter down inside.)
She fought for actor's rights, for distribution,
Ensured the care of colleagues old and ill,
With Charles and Doug, began a revolution
That changed the movies - and continues still.
And if you happen to pass by Pickfair,
I have no doubt that Gladys lingers there...

Mary Pickford


Lolita said...

Wow, great! Mary Pickford sure was a cool driven woman.

Elizabeth said...

Great poem! I think that sums her up pretty well!

Avalon76 said...

Thanks ladies!

Lolita said...

I've given you the Kreativ Blogger award! Read more here! Love //Lolita