MN (11-08-1970 / )

A Family Divided

Once more we talk about it.
How sad it's all become.
No matter how we look at it
this family is not one.

They say it shouldn't matter.
Who needs them after all?
But, please explain the pain I feel
even though I've got it all.

I see my pain and emptiness
like a hollowed out old tree...
It may seem to be standing tall
but, it's empty just like me.

There's such a contradiction
to my entire life.
I'm happy and fulfilled
being a mother and a wife.

What about 'a sister'
and 'a daughter' about that?
These are roles I was born to play.
Why can't I? Tell me that.

A family divided
that's what we've grown to be.
I've got mine and you've got yours
but we have no family tree.

by Mary Nagy

Comments (21)

Division of families is inevitable when siblings don't get along; certain things can't be helped, really. It's just a matter of things taking their own natural course, like so many other things...
Mary, I have been away for about three years with some health issues and family matters. Before I left, you had written several comments on my poems, but I had not the time or inclination to corespond with you then. Now I find you are out of touch. I like your poem, A Family Divided, very much. You tell a good story, with valid feelings and a worthy mressage. Your rythmic meter, style, and rhyming patterns are akin to what I use. I so looked forward to communicating with you on return to these boards. But now you're gone. But I'll keep looking for you. Meanwhile, I'll take the time to read your wonderfu porms that I overlooked before, all two hundred and some. Frank Gardner
Mary, this is a wonderful poem. You state your feelings so well. I hpe those for who it was intended appreciate as I do.
Dear Mary, the first poem of yours I have read, and it is a stunner. Great write Love from David
Wow, Mary... this is a great poem. The ending exclamated the point brilliantly. Brian
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