The Sour Stench Of Childhood Comments

Hands off to you Mary Nagy you reached here from there.👏👍

Beautiful and intense, thanks for this honesty of soul.

This poem left me feeling quiet; made me reflect on my own leaving and what I will leave behind. I've spent years trying to heal from the indignity of my father's violent verbal blasts-at me. I used to yell at myself to let go-now-well just an occasional whisper. Peace to you Mary. You're a friend to us all. Ray (fabulous poem too!)

Hi Mary, This poem is fabulous! Clear discription, and flows well. My favorite of your work so far. Thanks for sharing! :)

It's impossible to erase the past, I know. However those 'sour stenches' make you who you are today. Yesterday's pain makes for today's great poetry.

I know some of those smells (the ashtrays) , and you make the rest known! The final gesture is a beautiful touch, I agree.

Put those thoughts where they deserve to be Mary, in the past. I know it's strange how scents can capture a lot of different moments in life. Don't dwell on them, but find new scents to delight. Start with scents around the home, the kids, and that fabulous bloke of yours. He'll laugh I know to think of me telling you he 'smells', but nice of course, but these are the scents of now, not then. Breath them in deeply, and the others will become odourless. Again a lovely description in poem form. Love Ernestine XXX

What an exquisite final couplet. A poem that does what it says. All praise.

Well said, Mary. Another beautiful poem. -chuck

A tight and touching piece Mary. Very well brought off. Thank you.