Poem: Ego Trap

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Ego Trap

 by June Nash

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Entering a job new

To get, told lies, a few

Wasn’t sure he could do

So faked it. S’nothing new

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Given training, that’s cool!

Learned ins and outs, at school

Ask no questions, ‘His rule!’

Gained respect, not thought fool.

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At times felt out of place

Hard to keep up this pace

Acting brash to save face

When up against hard case

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Dad came to him and said

Put your ego to bed

Can’t know all in your head

Just ask questions instead

but all will think me dumb

no more raises will come

my friends will call me scum

to this tune his nays strummed

Do not ask same question twice

But don’t stop asking advice

Ask until know each slice

Ignorance, not a vice

patience thin in those asked

they tire of queries tasked

say I have already basked

in their wisdom un-flasked

Perhaps their knowing’s tapped

Now making them feel trapped

Need tap another chap

Seems you’ve closed teacher’s gap

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He marched on with clear view

Questioning what was new

More he learned, less he knew

Yet knowledge ever grew

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Confidence in self grew

Free from mind trap he flew

Became most esteemed crew

Sharing knowledge he knew

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Showing his ignorance had

been scary, now not bad

Best lesson ever had

Was shown him by his dad

Poem: Good Daughter

Good Daughter

by June Nash

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Raised my children, now they’re grown

Husband’s passed, now on my own

Nights are quiet, days are too

Nothing left, of use, to do

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Mama, she is slowing down

How long will she be aroun’?

Afraid she’ll die, all alone

She’s a bit accident prone

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Daughter says come live with her

Didn’t want to, now not sure

I’d like to watch grandkids grow

Hate to be a burden though

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Mom nursed me when I was young

Twisted life, look how it swung

She can rest under my arm

I’ll persuade her with my charm

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As time passed, decisions made

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were not always good

None knew why, nor understood

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My daughter’s sweet and caring

Won’t burden her by airing

Petty gripes about my state

Should not have come, now too late

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Gave mom our room on first floor

Husband liked things as before

Children gripe, ‘cause can’t make noise

To appease, buy both more toys

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Sweet dear, spoils the kids

Catering to husbands bids

I can help, perhaps I should

By dropping hints. That’d be good!

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Mother dear, tries to be nice

Interferes, but should think thrice

It’s my home, but whose in charge

Those little hints, getting large

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As time passed, a peace was made

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were often quite good

None knew why, nor understood

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Talked to daughter, heart to heart

Began with a bumpy start

Talked about my feelings true

Asked her advice, what to do

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Mama and me now are friends

For way we acted, made amends

When Mom watches kids it’s great

Let’s spouse and me have a date

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Safe and secure on my own

In daughters house, now my home

Never thought I’d come to stay

But glad my kids led the way

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Times were often bittersweet

When mom’s will and mine did meet

I gained a lot ‘cause she came

Though helping her was my aim

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As time passes, life must fade

With good daughter mama stayed

Times, they were often quite good

None knew why, nor understood

Poem: Father vs Son

Father vs Son

 by June Nash

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He would send a check when ever he heard

From his only son, just a call or word

Son doesn’t make much, and dropped out of school

Dad gives good advise, but son’s such a fool

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His son, very proud, bribing doesn’t work

Not concerned with cash, thinks Dad is a Jerk

Only wants some sign of recognition

A mark of respect, not denigration

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So son does not write, rarely makes a call

The insulting check, trying to forestall

He would come visit, would stay for a while

If only pop stopped the critical bile

Poem: Sisters, Traditions Passed Down

Sisters,  Traditions Passed Down

Sisters, there were three, as close as can be

Sisters, rotate responsibility.

Sisters, grow tired, too much work to do.

Sisters, tired, pass job to me and you.

Sisters, us young, work hard, try to fulfill

Sister’s mothers, the biding of their will.

Sisters, us two, will give it a go

Sisters, me and you, tired we now grow.

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Sisters, daughters, it’s time to pass baton.

Sisters, and brothers, it’s how now is done.

Sisters, brothers, work together for the whole.

Sisters and brothers, family fun now goal.

June Nash