Mary Nagy (11-08-1970)
Biography of Mary Nagy
Mary Nagy Poems
Father And Son
You're standing in the doorway. Your workday is all done. He waits to see you everyday, this boy that is your son.
A Family Divided
Once more we talk about it. How sad it's all become. No matter how we look at it this family is not one.
A Husband's Love (Written By Todd Na...
Once upon a time when we were young you caught my eye like a ball to a glove.
The darkness of the pit is swallowing you in. I see you looking at me with that evil, twisted grin.
What is a family picture? Is it all for real? Are the people that you see pretending they don't feel?
(00) The Place I Search For
To look at your life and not feel you need.
Be A ''Good Kid'' And Roll Me A Joint
When you are nine years old and sifting the seeds out of your parents pot for them, you can't really preach
Beauty Queen Or Garden Gnome?
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?
My Gift From Mother Nature On Mothers Da...
She knew all I was hoping for was a little time with you all. She knew
A Mother's Love?
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?
Sometimes It Takes A Tragedy
Sometimes it takes a tragedy to help us see things clear, and then we get a glimpse of life without our loved ones here.
Mother Earth And Father Time Are Angry
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.
What's Your Inspiration?
How are you inspired? Are you inspired by the sun? Does it warm your skin from deep within? Is it your number one?
Is It Rude To Send A Message To Heaven?
There are so many times when I see somebody that is old I mean............very old and the first thing I think of is............