Mary Murphy Poems

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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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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Society is falling,
Propriety is gone.
The weak of us are calling,
As poverty grows on.
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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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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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