Mandy Knows – Part Two
But Mandy knew
And yet she tried harder.
“This way they’ll see,”
She thought,
“All the hours I spend
To make them happy.”
But Mandy kept getting
Disappointments and sighs
Sometimes they’d even
Roll their eyes.
The more she got done
The more her bus was gone
The more dishes she cleared
The scribblier
Her drawings appeared.
She was folding her laundry
When her mama found a sock
Saying, “What a sad sight
To see it mixed with the darks.”
Fabric turned gray
Because of a simple mistake
White goes with lights
But it slipped away.
“Doesn’t she know?” Mandy cried,
“How much I’ve tried?!”
And with that final word
Mandy stopped.
She stopped folding
She stopped trying.
She stopped caring
She stopped drawing.
She stopped cleaning
She stopped giving.
She stopped
Stopped
STOPPED!
The dishes piled high
Homework covered with red ink
Her room was very messy
Her cat even started to stink!
Her bed left unmade
She ignored every critique
Not scared of a bad grade
She was absent most of the week!
During dinner Mandy stared
She didn’t want to eat
Her brother boasted
How he was focused
And earned himself a treat.
“You shouldn’t earn
When it’s your job to learn
Who cares about treats and those things?
They’re just a carrot on a string,”
Mandy said with a sting.
Her brother yelled
Mandy yelled
Emotions left unstable.
Her mama yelled
Mandy yelled
The cat ran under the table.
“What is going on around here?!
This is more than I can bear!
The chaos has to stop and cannot stay
Mandy, dear why are you acting this way?”
“Because I do it all for you
But you just don’t see
How much I push to try to be
To be thoughtful, tidy, good and true
A good daughter, a good student
Everything I struggle to pursue
You don’t understand
And you never do
How much I try and push for you!”
Her mama turned away
And lowered herself to a chair
And Mandy could see a tiny tear.
“I’m sorry, Mandy.”
Quiet and tense
The pause was immense.
“What you say is right and true
I haven’t been a good mother to you
I try so hard and maybe too much
To be a good mother
To push you to do better and such
But it looks like I’m very much out of touch.”
Mandy stepped closer
And reached for her mother
Her mama meant no harm.
She hugged her warmly
And heard another sorry
It was an end to a wrong.
The next day
After long school hours
And a cloudy rain shower
Mandy came home to unwind
And recharge her power.
She opened the door
Making sure to avoid
Her markers on the floor
And have no toys destroyed.
On her desk was something new
Three little notes
One pink, one yellow
One blue.
But one thing was common between them all.
They all said “thank you”
Whether her deed was big or small.
One from her teacher
Full of praise
Telling her how she loves
Her short stories and essays
She said she used one as an example
To show her students another angle.
One from her brother
Saying sorry for being picky
That drawing castles can be quite tricky
And admitting that her colors
Were actually kind of pretty.
And one from her mama
Promising she’ll take notice
When Mandy is doing her best
Because the best is all one can do
And whenever she’s being thoughtful
She deserves a sincere “thank you.”
Because Mandy knew
To be generous
To listen
To make hearts glisten
To care and share
And always be prepared.
She knew to be dutiful
To patch holes with thread
To make her mama smile
And good words said.
Mandy knew
And she always did her best
The best that she could do
To show that she cared
And that she was good and true
That she sincerely wanted
The best for everyone she knew.
Now she knows
And now it’s clear
That she’s not alone
Because she sees
That they care too.
Photograph by Ryan Pouncy
