Mary Murphy
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Just a little baby
So small and petite
Waits with his mom
In the hospital seat.
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No ones knows just how I feel,
Or what pain I hold inside.
Know one knows just how bad,
I wish I could hide.
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Baby girl rests in the crib,
Now she’s got a dirty bib,
Little nightgown with slippers of blue,
And now she wares a school dress too.
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Society is falling,
Propriety is gone.
The weak of us are calling,
As poverty grows on.
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She wonders if she'll ever feel the same
wishing she could erase this unquenchable shame.
'How could I have destroyed a gift so great?
Have forced upon such an innocent life, such a horrible fate?
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Such beauty fills the spring,
New life for everything.
Metallic colors fill the skies,
With the magic of each dazzling sunrise.
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When I fold my hands in prayer
I feel safe inside.
When I kneel before the cross,
I no longer hide.
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The Christmas Season has come again
The birth of Christ our King.
A day of love, a day of peace
What joy this day will bring!
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We Affect Forever
We are making history, through every day we spend.
We are here, leaving our mark, a mark that will not end.
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Who knows what God above has planned?
Holding the world in the palm of his hand.
Creator of all we touch, hear, and see.
Creator of all life, love, and beauty.
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All my life I’ve loved the piano,
Yet never heard a note.
All my life I've loved to sing,
But couldn’t use my throat.
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I don’t know what to do,
I’m lost, I’m scared, I’m nothing without you.
my thoughts are tangled and twisted,
my heart, afraid of things it once trusted.
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God designed the heart to be a treasure,
When He filled it with love impossible to measure.
He placed it in a chest,
For there the heart fit best.
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Way after dark
The phone is ringing
Who knows what news
It could be bringing.
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Dear Mom,
I need help,
I’ve done something wrong.
I was too weak,
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Time can become a loss of what we once wanted to say,
and feelings tend to get buried beneath it all.
But soon we learn to rename all this with “yesterday”
looking at tomorrow as the day we will stand tall.
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Today I thought about my death
What would I say with my very last breath?
Who would be there to watch me pass on?
Who would pray for me when I had gone?
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Your new little girl is on her way,
To live a new life with you everyday.
She’ll grow in your footsteps, and live by your love.
As you teach her of the world and her Creator above.
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March 7th 1992
I was introduced to you
When the clock turned 9: 51
My life had finally begun.
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Mary Murphy Biography
I am Mary, I am 16 and have great hopes for my future! I love to write poetry I could write all day if it wasn't for highschool. Being catholic I attend a private Catholic school and I love it despite it's extreme level of difficult. I love Science and Math but don't have a problem with all subjects. This year I have especially loved Apologetics. I am one of 12 children along with my sister Joann. I am the youngest of the girls, the 10th kid. I have beautiful nephews and neices and the best aunts uncles, cousins, and grandparents I could EVER ask for.... oh and I could never forget my two amazing parents and all my great brothers and sisters. I live such a happy life, and above everything in my life and at the basis of everything in my life, I am truly proud to say that I am a Catholic who will never quit, this gives my life meaning and purpose, everything else would be FAR less without this fraction of who I am...and me, well I just wouldn't be me. I am very Irish...at least 1/2 Irish, and well that's great too; my favorite color is green and my last name is Murphy, so I guess that I am doing my part as an Irish girl. I wan't to thank everyone who reads my poetry for simply reading it, and for everyone who comments or sends me messages....well thats very much appreciated and I will include you ALL in my prayers along with trying to comment on your work as well =) Thank you for reading, God Bless your life, your day, all your loved ones, and YOU!)
The Best Poem Of Mary Murphy
An Unheard Call
Just a little baby
So small and petite
Waits with his mom
In the hospital seat.
“Where am I, I wonder
What do I look like?
Will my name be John..
Or will she call me Mike?
I can’t wait to see
what it’s like outside
It’s getting a little crowded,
In this place I ride.
I must be getting heavy,
I bet she cannot wait,
Maybe she’ll have me early
…hopefully I wont be late.
I’m getting so impatient…
I want to see the land,
Oh look here comes the doctor! ”
The doctor takes her hand.
“What is he telling her?
I can’t quite make it out,
but mommy’s voice sounds scared,
so full of fear and doubt.
I hope she is okay,
I’ll comfort her before long,
I cant wait to meet her!
Now what could be going wrong?
Here comes all the nurses,
They are lying her in a bed,
I know this isn’t home,
what could the doctor have said?
Are those tears on her face?
I don’t like it here,
My mommy isn’t happy,
And I’m beginning to fear.
What… me, Fetus?
I don’t like that name,
I want my mom to name me,
but she seems too ashamed.
Mom I’ll be a good son,
I will make you smile,
just wait till you see me,
I’ll be there in a little while.
I’m so excited to see you,
I bet you’re beautiful and bright,
Because I’ve seen your face,
In my dreams each night.
Mommy, did that nurse call me tissue?
Don’t listen to them please.
Because you must know I’m here,
I’m not just some disease.
I have fingers like you do,
And a face I know you’ve seen,
The doctor showed me to you,
On that one black screen
What are all those tools for?
They better not hurt you,
For if they harm you one bit,
I’ll harm them too.
Ouch that hurt…
What’s happening to me?
be very gentle,
I’m only a baby.
Mommy do something,
they are trying take my life,
why are you letting them cut me
with that knife.
What’s going on,
Your shaking,
At least its not your life,
These nurses are taking.
.mommy? ! .......................................
Mommy, I’m up higher now,
I see you down below,
I’m safe here but disappointed,
Because I loved you so.
I’m not alone here, don’t worry
There are other baby’s too,
they all are here for the same reason,
we all had moms like you.
Each day I see new faces,
all scratched up and torn,
these are all the faces,
Of the precious unborn.
God says he’s sorry,
that we never got to live,
and never had the chance,
to see what He tried to give.
So many brilliant people,
Fill this place I now stay.
They all had a place in the world,
But that place was taken away.
God’s curious about,
What’s going through your head.
He sent you a precious gift,
But you chose pain instead.
Mother I am sorry,
that you where so mistaken,
the nurses all told lies,
and so my life was taken.
Some people down there know,
That abortion is wrong,
they are trying to stop it,
but they are taking too long.
They need more help you see,
Because they are so small,
Just like my friends and me,
You couldn’t hear our call.
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