Mary Nagy

Rookie (11-08-1970)

A Gift Fit For A Pig - Poem by Mary Nagy

It was my 22nd birthday.
I had just given birth to our 2nd daughter
1 month earlier.

He went shopping for my birthday present.
I had visions of jewels and lacy things.....
I couldn't wait to see what he would buy me!
Afterall, I just gave him another daughter.

When he came home with the gift he seemed so proud.
He said he knew I was going to be happy!
With nervous fingers I opened the present....
greedily clawing the wrapping paper off
to reveal the symbol of his love for me.

The breath caught in my throat as I choked back my tears.
Inside the bag I found the symbol of our love....
5 boxes of snack cakes and a hot-pink sweat-suit!
I tried to pretend I wasn't offended
but he knew me too well.

For years I used this birthday as leverage against him.
I viewed it as an insult that he would think so little of me
as to buy me a ''gift fit for a pig''.

Last night, something hit me like a ton of bricks...
he bought me the cakes because he knew I liked them
and the sweat-suit because he wanted me to be comfortable.
(and it was pink because that's my favorite color)
He did think about the gift.

He was also showing me that he wasn't concerned
what size I was
or what size I would become.
He was telling me that he loved me...unconditionally.
I didn't see what that gift really was
and I didn't appreciate it until last night.

I thanked him for the cakes and the sweat-suit this morning...
13 years late.
He understood.


Comments about A Gift Fit For A Pig by Mary Nagy

  • (1/20/2008 7:08:00 AM)


    The title grabbed my attention. The body soft soaped my soul with love. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/30/2006 9:41:00 AM)


    Thanks Mary! I'm not a crying kind of guy, but right now I have tears so thick I
    can hardly see the key board. I can't explain it. I just guess it takes women some
    time, but some finaly get it. Alaska
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  • (3/24/2006 1:44:00 PM)


    Mary,
    This is just marvelous, I loved every word. It made me go back and think about all of the gifts my husband ever gave me (and trust me- there have been some doozies) . It took me a long time to learn how (ok I'll say it-how GUYS!) think, many guys anyway. You got it exactly right; I am sure you made his day when you went back and thanked him. This is the kind of stuff that keeps marriages going. Good for you!
    Blessings- TGR (Theresa) - proud owner of a cushioned toilet seat (for my first mother's day-gotta love him-lol!)
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  • (1/21/2006 12:46:00 PM)


    Dear Mary
    I enjoyed this very much.How easily misconstrude things can be.
    We've all done it.What an honest reminder of ourselves.
    Thankyou Love Duncan
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  • (1/19/2006 9:33:00 AM)


    Seriously, I'm lucky if I even get a phone call from the current boy, I emphasize boy, I might be seeing at the time. It's wonderful that you realized the real meaning behind his actions. A lovely piece. (Report) Reply

  • (1/18/2006 8:10:00 PM)


    I think it is wonderful you finally realized that and that you did thank him. You truly are very lucky to have such a caring husband. The fact he even remembered it would have been enough for me, lol.

    Hugs,
    Rita
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  • Willow Moon Pearce (1/17/2006 2:21:00 PM)


    enjoyable mary/full of thought.............willow (Report) Reply

  • (1/16/2006 8:31:00 AM)


    YOU ARE LUCKY TO HAVE A HUSBAND WHO LOVES YOU UNCONDITIONALLY. I LOVE YOUR POEM. (Report) Reply

  • (1/13/2006 2:29:00 PM)


    That is such a touching piece Mary. And I bet everyone reading it does a little mental audit of all the gifts they've ever received and been a bit touchy about. Neat work. (Report) Reply

  • (1/12/2006 3:23:00 PM)


    You don't pull your punches do you Mary - even the self-inflicted ones! (Report) Reply

  • (1/11/2006 9:50:00 PM)


    Needless to say, Mary, I am impressed. This poem excels on several levels.
    Best
    H
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  • (1/11/2006 7:35:00 PM)


    Mary I like the poem, but you know another thing I noticed, you said your 22nd. birthday.I noticed your birthday nov.8 the same as mine only I was born 22 years before you. So when I turned 22, you were born, struck me a little funny, ha-ha (Report) Reply

  • (1/9/2006 5:52:00 AM)


    This is a very touching work Mary. Your use of narration has the right amount of structure to take the realist edge offit it.

    The theme, itself, fits perfect and you highlight the benefit of hindsight - the passing - of time. You seem to see the value of it as helping to reach an understanding. That you do not inject a touch of regret for not seeing the light sooner, is a good thing as it makes the length of time, that has passed, irrelevant. The important thing is the realisation itself.
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  • (1/9/2006 4:37:00 AM)


    When you read a poem rocking with laughter with tears in the corner of your eyes - that's some poem, Mary! (Report) Reply

  • (1/8/2006 9:57:00 PM)


    Mary,
    Once again you've made me cry (would ya knock it off already! lol) .

    This is fabulous and very moving. I'd give ya a 20 if I could.

    Shannon
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  • (1/8/2006 9:26:00 PM)


    who knows where and when and how insight and love will find us? (Report) Reply

  • (1/8/2006 12:42:00 PM)


    This is truly a love story Mary. Hopefully, some day, my wife will thank me for the power saw. I suppose she won't. It wan't purple, her favorite color. grins (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (1/8/2006 11:46:00 AM)


    Perhaps the big ideas about gifts are pie in the sky, and the real present is the 'thought' that accompanies it. Lovely write. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • (1/8/2006 11:26:00 AM)


    A nice story. It's strange that you didn't recognize pink favorite color thing at the time, but yes, sometimes when we go back through memory's card file, something can strike us differently than it did when it happened. (Report) Reply

  • Theorem Thetruthserum (1/8/2006 10:31:00 AM)


    What a great poem...man that is great how it all came together. It warmed my heart...thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 29, 2006


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