Time in life can flash us by so quickly, whilst in
heaven time moves so very slow;
This letter will take you on my journey, from how I
was born Norma Jeane, but died as Marilyn Monroe.
I took my very first breath on Tuesday the 1st
of June, 1926, in the future they will remember this date, as it was the day
they said a star was born;
It was 09:30am to be precise, with a new life,
broke a new dawn.
My Mother named me Norma Jeane, in Los Angeles
County Hospital, as the skies are illuminated by the golden sun;
Smiling faces all around me, as another destiny has
The more time that ticked by, the more my Mother
seemed to cry;
As I blew my candles out on my second birthday
cake, my Father slammed the door, whilst screaming out his goodbye.
My Mother couldn’t stop crying, she wept for days,
those days soon turned into weeks, as I sat on the floor playing on my own;
Then one day 4 men in white coats took my mom away,
and I was taken to live in a foster home.
For 5 years I never saw my Mother, I had a new
family who nurtured me to grow;
Then on my 7th birthday we heard someone
banging on the door, as my Mothers screaming voice echoed through the wood, “Pack
your bags Norma, its time for us to go”.
The hospital had somehow released my Mother, but
still all she could do was cry;
One minute she would be happy and smiling, then the
next, she would scream out that she wanted to die.
The next morning the same 4 men in white coats came
back, they lifted her away, I tried desperatly to hold her hand, as tears
streamed down my face;
I was sent to live with my neighbour, a friend of
my Mothers, a wonderful lady named, Grace.
For 2 years I was a happy, smiling 8 year old,
Grace was like an angel, she would say “One day Norma you will be the biggest
star, the world has ever seen”;
We would spend hours watching movies in our local
cinema, as I dreamt of living under the lights and glamour, shining through
that silver screen.
After that summer things changed, Grace met her
future Husband in 1935, and after the wedding he didn’t want me around, so I
was left in an orphanage home;
I use to cry myself to sleep, as I was so afraid of
facing the darkness on my own.
Over the next 2 years I had 4 different foster
families to meet, to love, before once again I had to say my goodbye;
It’s now my 11th birthday, and the only
thing I’ve learnt from life so far, is really how to cry.
I was aloud to move back in with Grace and her
Husband, just because I had nowhere else to run;
During the night Graces Husband would sneek into my
bed, whilst she was sleeping, I would just lay there crying, wishing I was back
home with my Mom.
I would go and visit my Mother in hospital, I
begged her not to send me home, if I had just one wish, I prayed this request
is the one she would grant;
That night I moved away once again, this time to
make a new home with my Great Aunt.
It was the worse few months of my life, I was only
12 years old and I felt like I had fallen into hell;
Each night my 20 year old Cousin climbbed into my
bed, to touch my shivering body, even from up here in heaven, I still
intoxicated by his smell.
One day I plucked up the courage and walked away, I
walked for hours until I was back looking over my sleeping Mom, I remember
leaning over to kiss her;
Just then an angel appeared, in the form of my
At last I was happy, I had found a home, I felt
safe, I could finally look forward, instead of always looking back;
But then 4 days after my 16th birthday,
my Aunt suffered from a near fatal heart attack.
She was too ill to return home, and I was still too
young to live there on my own;
Once again the loneliness surrounded me, feeling
lost with no place to call my home.
In 1942 now aged 16 years old, I was forced to move
back in with Grace and her monster Husband, each night I wished for that door
to stay shut;
Fear tore me to pieces, as all my trust in
humanity, started to seep through each cut.
In the August of 1942 I met my very first love, my
neighbours son, and after a few weeks I moved in with his family, as Grace and
her monster packed up and left, without even checking if I was okay;
But finally I had found the love I craved for, that
is until World War 2, threatened to take this new found love away.
He enlisted into the merchant marines, one week
after we were wed;
3 months later he left to fight in the Pacific,
whilst I sat at home petrified of receiving a telegram, informing me that he
I was back living with my Mother in-law, whilst the
man that we loved was away fighting in this terrible war;
I found myself my first job, making parachutes, as I
day dream of flying up high, instead of being a star just sat down here on the
Then one day a newspaper photographer visited our
factory, he wanted to use my picture in that nights Evening Gazette;
As the very first camera bulb flashes before my
eyes, it produced the sort of light, I would never forget.
The next week my dreams started to come true, as I am
called to audition for a top modelling agency, they loved me, but my dark hair
had to become almost white;
As I gazed upon my new reflection, I felt like I had
been reborn, moving away from the darkness and into the spotlight.
My Husband returned home from war a different man,
angry and upset that my life had now changed its course;
I guess in the end all those camera flashes altered
my destiny, and in 1945, I filed for a divorce.
The next few months were spent in a flashing bright
haze, time now ticked by at the speed of sound;
The cameras started recording my every move, as I was
being turned into a star, lifted high up from the ground.
Hollywood were busy creating a whole brand new me,
as reporters and photographers tell me that the shining lights of stardom is
where I was always destined to go;
Into the darkness fell Norma Jeane, as into the
I take my first shaking step into the spotlight,
this is a new beginning, just like a star still shining at dawn;
The red carpet beneath my feet begins to glow, as
the headlines across the globe report that a,
Star has been born.
TO BE CONTINUED…
BARRY MOWLES ©2011