Mary Nagy

You're standing in the doorway.
Your workday is all done.
He waits to see you everyday,
this boy that is your son.
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Once upon a time
when we were young
you caught my eye
like a ball to a glove.
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Once more we talk about it.
How sad it's all become.
No matter how we look at it
this family is not one.
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The darkness of the pit
is swallowing you in.
I see you looking at me
with that evil, twisted grin.
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What is a family picture?
Is it all for real?
Are the people that you see
pretending they don't feel?
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To look
at your life
and not feel
you need.
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When you are nine years old
and sifting the seeds out
of your parents pot for them,
you can't really preach
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You say that you can picture me sitting in my chair.
What is it that you picture when you look from over there?
Do you envision beauty or an ugly, wrinkled hag?
Does my skin give off a glow or do my wrinkles sag?
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She knew
all I was hoping for
was a little time with you all.
She knew
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How can a mother not hurt
when her child cries out in pain?
How can she turn and look away
when there's so much to be gained?
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Sometimes it takes a tragedy
to help us see things clear,
and then we get a glimpse of life
without our loved ones here.
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Mother Earth and Father Time are walking hand in hand.
They're visiting their children and checking on their land.

They view the worlds destruction everywhere they turn.
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How are you inspired?
Are you inspired by the sun?
Does it warm your skin from deep within?
Is it your number one?
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There are so many times
when I see somebody that is old
I mean............very old
and the first thing I think of is............
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I never did the
''He loves me not....
He loves me'' game
with flowers.
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I printed all my poems out and put them in a book.
I've placed it on the table in the hopes you'll take a look.

You know you'll find my soul there beneath the cover page.
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I see pain in their eyes.
I hear sorrow in their cries.
Inside I break and cry alone,
with my eyes of fire and heart of stone.
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Each year you get school pictures for everyone to see.
I always plead my case for you to just dress properly.

I make you wear your hair down or maybe with some curls
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I search the world for answers
to the questions in my mind.
Although, it seems those answers
are the ones I'll never find.
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My life was changed so harshly.
It feels like yesterday,
when God said you have had enough
and that you couldn't stay.
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