I Remembered My 7th Grade Locker Partner Poem by Mary Nagy
I Remembered My 7th Grade Locker Partner
I talked to my sister today.
It's been over eight years.
The first word that she wrote
began the flood of tears.
I said to her simply ''Hey''
she answered simply ''Hey''.
The saddest part through all of this
was we didn't know what to say.
I told her I was crying
and I just couldn't stop.
She said I shouldn't waste my tears...
they continued still to drop.
I saw my sister clearly
as she was when we were teens.
With only one year between us
she doesn't know what this means.
Nobody thought we were sisters.
They knew we were best friends.
We even shared a locker...
who'd know that's where it ends?
She fought to leave the horror
of what our lives became.
She thought she wanted freedom....
She never was the same.
Her life became so twisted
between foster homes and pain.
I wish I could've helped her
but, I was hurting just the same.
I told her I was crying
and I just couldn't stop.
She said I shouldn't waste my tears...
they continue still to drop.
Mary, your tears have never been wasted, I hope that is undrstood!
very sensitive mary very heartfelt emotion is a trigger we as humans only have to pull that trigger wARM REGARDS ALLAN
You never waste a tear that is genuine...maybe this will be astart for the both of you....I truly hope!
FAMILY, my sister to this day has been lost even to herself, still, theres always a chance that she, ll come around, a small chance, still hope.....you never know.......
Somethings can never be the same... but there's always hope for improvement. A very moving write, Mary... certainly heartfelt. Brian
Dear Mary Very moving, sounds as if it was the situation and not you both as people that had separated you.Thankyou for sharing this with us.Sometimes it can be painful to look back.Love Duncan
for the first time in a long time, after reading that, you are not the only one wasting tears... brings back alot of memories, thank you. Sometimes it is nice to remember the good times that i have forgotten.
Hey there, you just keep smiling, and brush those tears away, and look towards the future, with every bright new day. Sound advice this. Love Ernestine XXX
Good, heartfelt poem. I am the eternal optimist. Best H
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4/16/2024 10:35:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like it very much. But you know that...and all the rest that goes with it. ; -) Take care Amicalement votre, Ronberge.