Mary Nagy Poems

It's the fear
of an early departure
mixed with knowledge
of things left unsaid.
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The chilly morning air has me
hiding beneath the familiar fluff
of that ratty old comforter
that I love so much.
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Look into their hollowed eyes
and tell me you don't care.
There are so many hurting
and it's more than I can bear.
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Last night I was awake
while all the others slept.
I left my bed and wandered
through the house we've neatly kept.
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When poets get bored you should worry.
They may try to stir up some ''fun''.
I think it's the kick of excitement
they get when they see what they've done.
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We walk up to the building
but don't know what to say.
It seems warm and familiar...
the sign just reads ''AA''.
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The laundry piles in mountains.
It covers the whole floor.
Just when I think I've done it all...
OOPS! Here comes some more!
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Ok, I guess I'll confess!
My hair is REALLY a mess!
I just drove them to school
and they said ''Mom, that's not cool''.
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Two people in one room
yet each feel alone
in their own world.
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As the wind begins to bluster
we watch that tattered tree.
It's grown to mean so much to us
we planted it....you and me.
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