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May 3, 2014 Day #80 Monologue Mania by Janet S. Tiger (c) 2014 Maybe Day
by Janet S. Tiger
© 2014 all rights reserved
(A woman comes onstage wearing a wreath of flowers on her head. She has a basket of flowers in her hand and throws them into the crowd.)
Mayday! mayday! My father used to love to say that while we watched the parades on May 1st. Because he had a bad leg from when he was hit by a car., my father couldn't walk with his friends, but he could wave and shout.... (Like a father, loud) 'Mayday! Mayday!' and then he would explain....(father's voice) 'Mayday means - 'help' .... 'trouble' - and those people need help and make trouble!'
I didn't understand when I was little - I would ask him - if they make trouble, why do we go watch their parades every year?
And he would just smile and say - 'May is just another way of saying 'Maybe' - and maybe is a magic word! It may happen means maybe it will happen, maybe life will get more fair for the workers, for the poor......maybe not right away, but maybe some day.
Maybe is such a powerful word, he would tell me.
Maybe is the leap from 'no' and 'never' and 'can't' and 'won't' Before you have a yes, you have a maybe. And that's why maybe is...a magic word!
So that's when I said, 'Can we have a dog?'
He just laughed and explained that we lived in an apartment, and dogs were not allowed.
I remember thinking for a moment.
(She stands, like a child, finger in mouth)
(Young) So, if we moved to a different place, Daddy, MAYBE we could have a dog?
(She throws back her head and guffaws)
And he laughed and laughed.
So I said......(as a child) Maybe?
(She is quieter)
He stopped laughing, looked at me very quietly....and said.....the magic words....maybe.
And I held onto that 'maybe' for years - through the horrid place with the neighbors that argued till three in the morning, to the tiny cramped apartment on an alley where the garbage trucks would wake us up every day. That maybe helped keep me going, until one day, after my father's father passed away, and there was a small inheritance that came to us, and we moved to a neighborhood with lawns, and grass, and...dogs. The day we moved in, with all the boxes still unpacked on the floor, I asked my father.....(older child) Dad, how about that dog?
And he looked and said.......May......
I remember how my heart fell, because may always meant 'may..be'
But this time, he said......'You may'......and he smiled.......and the next day, we went to the pound!
You never forget your first love....especially when he wags his tail at you.....
(She whirls around as if holding a dog in her arms)
And that's the way it is with all of them! I wrote about my first dog, and won a contest. That turned me into a writer, and, the books I wrote about dogs allow me to help all the strays I can here on my farm.
Maybe you can help, too...see that big number on the screen.
(She indicates the side of the stage)
The Senior Channel is supporting your local pound so that maybe you can help save an animal today.
(She indicates the side of the stage)
Just......maybe......if you can't help today, maybe tomorrow......
Make today a 'maybe' day.......
(She turns and walks off. Maybe the end!)
Janet S. Tiger 858-274-9678
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8