Marian Laracy was born seventy-seven years ago, in Orange, New Jersey. Except for a few years in the late 1980s, when she resided in Hemlock Farms, Pennsylvania, Marian lived her early years in the Oranges. In addition to raising a family her work included a stint with Pitney Bowes, as well as a highly successful career as a realtor. When her husband, Charles, died in 1990 she began dividing her location of residence between the "Jersey Shore" - at Greenbriar Woodlands - and Largo, Florida. She also started to write poetry, which resulted in her self-published volume of poems, entitled The Years. At present, Marian has five children, fifteen grandchildren, and five great-grandchildren, with two more on the way. Her eldest son, Mark, is founder and owner of Perfumes de Coeur, a major manufacturer and marketer of perfumes and fragrances; her daughter, Michele, is a Senior Vice President with Weichert Commercial Real Estate. Marian's third child, Michael, is a Senior Program Associate at the Annie E. Casey Foundation; her fourth is managing partner and Senior Vice President of Longo de Puerto Rico; and her youngest son, Ward, is a partner in a New Jersey law firm, Krugman & Kailes. In addition to her current passion -- giving poetry readings for various adult community clubs and other groups -- Marian keeps busy with Scrabble, bridge, golf, Ping-Pong, and her brand new computer.
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Oh Santa dear, on Christmas Day,
Won't you send a man my way?
Someone sweet to hold me tight,
To kiss me when we say "good night."
Someone who will mow the lawn.
Oh Gosh, I think I've got it wrong,
A handyman's what I desire.
Someone who can build the fire,
Someone I can pay and say,
"The day is done, now go away."
Love and babies, I've had it all.
That was Spring, now it's the Fall.
My kids, my friends, they'll tide me over
Till I should lie beneath the clover.
Requiem For A Chicken
I've had chickens in cream and chickens in wine,
And beds of mushrooms where chickens recline.
I've eaten chicken in salad, and chicken in soup,
For heaven's sake, lets break out of this loop.
I'm tired of chicken, whether breast or their thighs,
The only things left are their bones and their eyes.
I've eaten my share Mr. Purdue,
I'm leaving the rest of the chicken for you.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
A terrific and comical view of what life has to offer you! Marian Laracy is gifted and hilarious!
I loved these poems. As a member of Marian Laracy's generation, I think she has something very valuable to say to every generation, and she says it in a way that we all can understand. I especially loved 'A Nurse or a Purse?'