''Easy Does It'' Poem by Mary Nagy
''Easy Does It''
We walk up to the building
but don't know what to say.
It seems warm and familiar...
the sign just reads ''AA''.
Dad came here to get sober.
He's trying to get clean.
I know I'm only 7
but I know what they mean.
He's been here for awhile now.
I've missed him very much.
He couldn't even call us.
''Not Allowed'' to keep in touch.
''Thirty days is nothing! ''
she says into her drink.
''He needs some time away from you! ''
''Some time so he can think.''
When he comes home it's her turn.
He says ''I know she can.''
I'm scared to meet this stranger...
my dad is... not this man.
Now he wants our room clean.
He wants to cook a meal.
I'm not sure what to think of this.
I'm not sure what to feel.
In thirty days she then comes home
to a brand new clean up crew.
We're nervous how she'll treat us...
we don't know what she'll do.
Given a months sobriety
they're at eachothers throats.
There's no more happy dinners.
No more inspiring notes.
They fall off that old wagon
like they've both done before.
Get ready for survival
cause we are bound for war.
The cycle never ended.
They never kept it clean.
They mimicked ''Easy Does It''.
Yet ''easy'' was never seen.
Dear Mary, I enjoyed your poem, 'Easy Does It'-and it brought to mind a flood of memories and thoughts, which I of course instantly compartmentalized and intellectualized. I wrote a memoir of my deceased ex, and our relationship, giving special attention to alcholism and the losses and damage sustained in its wake. If you have interest, personal or otherwise, on the subject, I could make this available to you-I've tried to make it accessible online through OurMedia.org, but the format I have it in has Photos in addition to text, so I can't seem to get it downloadable thusfar. Thanks for your offering this poem, Phillip
Mary, Just a tremendous poem and no small bit of courage to share it with the world. Also, if the work of gaing sobriety is not well done I fear the result of what is known in the rehabilitation trade as a 'dry drunk.' Alcohol is not present but deep emotional storm is present. Your poem captures with great power and beauty this dry drunk phenomena in a marriage setting. Thank you again for an extraordinary offering. Blessings, Bill Grace
Your work is so honest and touching, you dive deep into your life.
Mary this poem is poetry at it's best/ it really pullson my heart strings/ brilliant cheers sylvie
You are so inspired at the moment. This poem, again brings back long buried memories. Its strange but i relate to a lot of the things which you write about. This is so strong. Your poems are always a great source of strength for me. Im sure they are for others here to. Thank you. Kindest Regards Slim. x.
You have such an ability to write down from memories a storyline that gives a picture of the struggle between drink and living normal lives. A very well done narrative. It's amazing how you have come through all this and survived to have a wonderful family. Congrats to you. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:34:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good one marry, victim of war isa lways those people who never take part in it..