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My Gift From Mother Nature On Mothers Day - Poem by Mary Nagy

She knew
all I was hoping for
was a little time with you all.
She knew
if the day was bright and sunny
he would be out riding his bike
and the girls would be busy soaking up the sun.
You would inevitably have work to do
whether it was changing the spark plugs
on one of our half-dead vehicles
or mending the fence
to keep our squirrel-crazy bassett hound from escaping.
She knew
I would probably plant flowers by myself.
I love planting flowers
but, I can do that anyday.
Today I wanted to spend with those
who have made me a mother.
She knew
if she dropped the temperature
down into the 40's
you would all surely
seek the warmth of the house.
She knew
that a light drizzle
of ice-cold rain
would ensure your company
throughout the day.
As I curl up on the couch
with all of you surrounding me
and I listen to the predictable bickering
over the popcorn bowl,
I silently thank her
for giving me the gift I wanted most
for Mothers Day.
My family.
I'm glad she knows me so well.
Thank you Mother Nature.
Happy Mothers Day!

Comments about My Gift From Mother Nature On Mothers Day by Mary Nagy

  • Veteran Poet - 1,649 Points Sachidananda Panda (1/7/2020 7:39:00 PM)

    who else can know more and better than a mother about every requirements her child needs be it mother or mother nature. they are always complete with every requirement that we need. loving poem a true gift.. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Bilquis Fatima (8/7/2019 4:00:00 AM)

    wonderful poem. Loved your way of expressing your expectations. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 15,796 Points Adeeb Alfateh (7/15/2019 1:26:00 AM)

    you would all surely
    seek the warmth of the house.
    She knew
    that a light drizzle
    of ice-cold rain
    would ensure your company
    throughout the day.
    As I curl up on the couch
    with all of you surrounding me

    GREAT 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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  • Rookie dr.watter (12/29/2018 5:20:00 AM)

    as Elizabeth replied I'm amazed that a mom can earn $7438 in four weeks on the computer. did you see this
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  • Rookie - 59 Points Chuck Audette (6/2/2006 1:48:00 PM)

    I like the understated 'she' personification of Mother Nature, the repeated lines and easy flow in this. -chuck (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Esther Leclerc (5/26/2006 9:37:00 AM)

    Mary, this poem is so delightful, so full of life and love - and not a little whimsy! A beautiful take on a mother's wish come true, from one Mother (Nature) to another. Love to you! Esther : ] (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 5 Points Brian Dorn (5/19/2006 9:31:00 PM)

    Mary, you are a weatherman's dream come true! What a wonderful way to look at crummy weather... may Mother Nature grant you many more damp and rainy Mother's days! !
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  • Rookie Tara very irritated with PH injustice (5/15/2006 8:27:00 AM)

    Deeply touching, down-to-earth... and it goes without saying on any piece of yours, wonderfully written.
    Belatedly happy Mother's Day (from across the pond, where we have it much earlier in the year!)
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  • Veteran Poet - 1,779 Points Ernestine Northover (5/14/2006 8:01:00 AM)

    A delightful write on the occasion of Mother's Day Mary. I hope you have had a lovely day, and been spoilt a little. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 113,307 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (5/13/2006 10:51:00 PM)

    Mary...thank you for your kind words on my Tribute Work, for my wife, Jane...what a beautiful Poem I just read....This Girl has accomplished talent, a glinting flair
    for Imagery...Her name is Mary Nagy, and i'm going to be checking out more of
    her many works.....STELLAR PENNING, MARY...CATCH UP TO YA' SOON!

    '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~F. J. R.~'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
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