As National Poetry Month Continues at Politics for the People.
A poem by Mary Fridley
A poem I just wrote. The first line is something that my mom said to me when I first visited her after she went into a nursing home.”
It Wasn’t Supposed to Be Like This
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
No lament of pity
Though many tears
An indictment of life?
A grasp for honesty
by a now blurry mind?
A tribute to dreams once dreamed
or futures never imagined?
It wasn’t supposed to be like this
Perhaps a realization created
as much by an ever-shifting present
than a past regretted
Necessary to say aloud
Preparing for what’s ahead
To live as she can.
Mary Fridley serves as the coordinator of special programs for the East Side Institute. She is an activist with the NYC Independence Club and lives in Brooklyn.