There is the family.
A dozen kids and more,
a husband second to
she thinks, a global bet,
and snow in wintertime,
the usual malfunction
of the Ford distributor
and those inferior plugs,
on that important way to school
and classes for the grown-ups,
with keen anticipation
plus a salary of dreams
and useless tests of blood
as well as other things,
the need to fret is gone
it has been buried by
what grandpa would have called
the ostrich syndrome.
She is too smart to really postpone
all those moronic blinks,
those writings on the walls
of sterile surgeries,
and rubber-gloved ideas.
Oh, our Mrs Nagy is a sweetie alright. So is the person behind this poem. Love and sweetness to you both, Gina.
Thank you Herbert. You don't know what that means to me. :) Sincerely, Mary
Mary, you are one of the loveliest ladies to cross my path. You take it from there. H
Herbert, Unless I'm wrong...is this about me? Why do I feel there's a message here? Maybe it's too early for me......or I'm too dense. I love how you've almost covered my life to a ''T''! You know me too well. :) Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mary shares a trait with her friend Herbert - Inner strength combined with beauty of spirit - makes for strong people!