The Tough Questions Poem by Mary Nagy
The Tough Questions
You say you wanted to talk
about our past.
You heard I've been dealing
with my own acceptance
of what my childhood actually entailed.
It seemed you loved hearing
how I view him now,
how I see what he did
and just how wrong it all was.
I could almost hear that cheshire cat-like grin
cracking through your stone-face
over the phone.
I hear the jangling of your earrings
as you nod your head in agreement
while I recount the horrors for you.
You say ''Yeah, I was horrified by it all.''
''He was sick.''
''He was twisted.''
''That's exactly why I left him! ''
I wonder if you'll still be smiling
when I ask you
WHY?
Tell me Mother....
why, when your new boyfriends
house became too crowded
with his 5 kids and then your own five,
did you take me back to my dad
and hand me over like a sacrificial lamb?
My pleading cries were ignored.
My screams to let me stay with you
were ignored.
Why, if you KNEW he was so bad...
did you give your 10 yr old daughter to him?
Don't say you want to talk
if you can't handle the
tough questions.
A screaming, biting, bitter poem, and understandably so. I understand this pain, Mary. You know I do. Warm regards and a score of 10 from Gina.
Oh, you're not taking votes now. Oh well, as long as you know that I like the poem. And I forgot to say before that the finish is top-knotch, resuming as it does your original point. Warmly, Gina.
It's almost a scream running to the childhood days.............searching the identity. Oh! what a sad journey.
Dear Mary, this poem makes me cry! I wish I could tell you how to heal!
Mary, perfect title... I'm not sure if any explanation could ever bring a satisfactory answer to those tough questions? Brian
I agree with Ernestine and Duncan, but I do want to add that your line about the jangling earrings said it all. Amazing. I also like the title, truly honest, draws you in. love, Linda H.
Dear Mary, I felt so much pain for you through this.I wanted to take that Child away from all this to a safer environment.Away from this almost unspeakable situation.I don't understand, but I think that, that's the problem here.We look for a logical answer when the truth is that madness does not behave in this way. A part of you, maybe the little Child within still searchs for the answer.Well let me speak to her right now.'You are truly beautiful, and none of this was your fault'.There are wolves in the woods and you did not put them there.Hold on, cry when you need to but never forget this.'This wood does not belong to the wolves, they were free to roam but every lamb is counted'.God Bless and keep you and give you strength.Love Duncan
They are 'tough questions' Mary, and sometimes one never gets an answer. Some people are past caring about what they have done, they just shrug it off, like a few drops of water on their coat. You've just got to shrug them off too, because you will never change what they have become, however sad it is to see. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This is very painful Mary... it is the kind of pain that forever stays with us but if we are fortunate it doesn't harden us... you are of the fortunate ones who carry the pain and are warmer and more sensitive because of the burden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 11:07:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this poem its so sad and yet true. I thank God that I live with both my mother and father, but I know any out there have grown up in a torn home. Thanks for the beutiful poem and plz keep writting more