Mary Nagy

Rookie (11-08-1970)

A Mother's Dream? - Poem by Mary Nagy

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
but then the pictures get here and I say ''Who are these girls? ''

Why do I make them do this, clean up and look their best?
Why can't I say ''Just go as you are.'' and let them get their rest?

If a picture speaks a thousand words, your pictures surely scream.
You're sitting there pretending to be your mother's dream.

I'll learn to just ignore it, the t-shirts and the jeans.
I'll learn to keep a handle on what your picture really means.

I'd rather be reminded of the way you really are.
Like how you yank your ponytail out as you reach my car.

You have your taste in clothes now, although I don't agree
I love the smile that's on your face each time you look at me.


Comments about A Mother's Dream? by Mary Nagy

  • Brian Dorn (6/22/2006 3:10:00 PM)


    Mary, A great lesson to be learned in this one. Brilliantly done! !
    Brian
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  • (6/1/2006 1:50:00 PM)


    This is a wonderful poem. My mum used to be the same but she has given up on me now. Hehe. Keep up the good work.
    Lobe Becky
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  • (2/18/2006 4:44:00 AM)


    Acceptence for who we are not what society would like to dictate.Lots to be learned from
    this.Love Duncan
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  • (2/3/2006 2:46:00 AM)


    but then the pictures get here and I say ''Who are these girls? ''

    Why do I make them do this, clean up and look their best?
    Why can't I say ''Just go as you are.'' and let them get their rest?

    If a picture speaks a thousand words, your pictures surely scream.
    You're


    thanks for your kindness in writing lovely poems

    sincerely
    thampi
    please read my poems and make a sing

    thanks thampi
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  • (1/19/2006 9:39:00 AM)


    Well, at least your the kind of parent that has learned when to let go. You nurtue them and let them grow, but let them be their own person, as well. The couplets are nice and add a certain light, airiness to this very cute poem. (Report) Reply

  • (12/16/2005 6:27:00 PM)


    the best photo i ever taken was when i was in 4th grade! very cute poem... i really liked it! shannon (Report) Reply

  • (11/18/2005 7:29:00 PM)


    I like the way you say that you like your kids better when they are theirselves.My dad was always the type to make me dress up in real fancy clothes when really, it wasnt me. You put it together so good, i hope I will be able to write like you one day

    Crystal
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  • (10/8/2005 8:19:00 AM)


    Mary-All of my children are furry, four-legged hounds but like Aaron, it brought back memories for me, too. I loved this poem. I think it is excellent.

    Best regards-Faith
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  • (10/7/2005 11:05:00 PM)


    This poem is great and by reading it I remember the memories when I look at my elementary school picture. Sincerly, Aaron. (Report) Reply

  • (9/26/2005 12:31:00 PM)


    I remember those school picture days, unfortunately. (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (9/25/2005 2:13:00 PM)


    Hi Mary, Haven't we all been through it! If you say anything you're called 'stuffy' and 'out of date'. You can never win. They're still your kids though. Sincerely Ernestine. (Report) Reply

  • (9/25/2005 12:54:00 AM)


    wow, this one really hits home with me, Mary. I'm glad where we are they don't even make kids have formal portraits done. I can't even look at mine from my childhood, they were such a source of stress. (Report) Reply

  • (9/24/2005 10:17:00 PM)


    How about: 'you're sitting there with other nerds to be your mother's dream...'?
    Just kidding. Nice poem.
    H
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 24, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, January 5, 2007


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