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Megan Murphy Poem
After all he has done and all the lies he
has told,
it is still his heavy hand she holds.
And if her soul would not ache
and if her heart would not break,
she would leave him their without a clue,
without a care, that is what she would do.
But their love, she feared, she could not
replace,
her heart a cold and empty space.
And a silent tear rolled down her face.
And as his rage and anger left his face
and shame and sorrow took their place,
he stood there crying at her door.
Telling her he loves and needs her more
and more,
he makes the same broken promises
he has made so many times before.
A tear rolls down her cheek as she opens
the door,
she holds him tight and tells him it will be
alright.
She helps him into bed,
he falls asleep as she gently strokes his
head.
Picking up the broken plates
she thinks of all the dreams they had,
a life of love and happiness and all that
might have been
now nothing more than a shattered
faraway dream.
She sits in her silence, deafened by her
screams.
As she lay down in bed that night
he pulled her close and held her tight,
she did not bother to put up a fight.
And a silent tear rolled down her cheek
as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She heard the front door slam,
and in he stormed with his heavy hand.
Bearing rage and anger she had not seen
before
she ran to the bedroom and locked the
door.
As the door flew open she screamed with
fright,
please baby please not tonight.
He did not hear her cries and pleas',
and quickly they were replaced by
screams.
Picking herself up off the floor
she ran to the bathroom and slammed
the door.
He cries on the other side of the door,
I love you and need you more and more.
He makes the same broken promises
he has made so many times before.
A tear rolls down her cheek as she opens
the door,
she holds him tight and tells him it will be
alright.
She helps him into bed,
he falls asleep as she gently strokes his
head.
Picking up the broken plates a smile
comes across her face,
my soul it will not ache and my heart it
will not break.
Holding a jaggered piece of broken plate,
so softly she whispers, it is time to leave
this place.
And a silent tear rolls down her face.
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Megan Murphy Poem
When I was three my parents gave a special gift to me
Small and pudgy, wrapped up so tight
So precious, this gift, it was love at first sight
A gift I would treasure for the rest of my life
She touched my hand and smiled at me
I knew in that moment always together we would be
Best friends forever, my sister and me
Her first day of school our mum looked at me
Why put your boots on, she asked curiously
Anyone touches my sister they answer to me
Always by her side in case she needed me
Never did she stray too far in case I needed she
In that moment anyone could see, always together we would be
Best friends forever, my sister and me
Together we laughed, suffered and cried
Holding her hand as her child is born
Losses of love, together we mourn
In times of sorrow her tears I wipe away
At my weakest moment she helps me to my feet
Forever, through these moments, together we be
Best friends forever, my sister and me
In old age I wonder what we will be
Two crazy old ladies sitting under a tree
In our rocking chairs with cats in our laps
Laughing and talking of the places we have been
Every story beginning with remember when we?
No story ending, life one big adventure for you and me
All these moments to cherish when you and I made we
My best friend and my sister, forever you will be
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Megan Murphy Poem
She is the person you can count on
Whenever things go wrong
The first person, in a crisis,
To be standing by your side
And if the road gets rocky
She will not leave your side
She will take your hand
And endure the bumpy ride
She will celebrate your successes
As if they were her own
The first to arrive at your party,
She will always be the last to go home
She mourns with you your losses,
You will never cry alone
Always armed with a hug and a kiss
To help you get along
Being with your sister, where ever you may be,
Never will you be alone, standing at your side
She will always be
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Megan Murphy Poem
Without spreading your wings, never will you fall
Never in the sunshine, will not be burnt at all
Will never be the fool, if a chance you do not take
If you avoid the spotlight, no embarrassment will you face
No failure will you be, without making effort to achieve
Without a heart wide open, never will you be heartbroken
Without spreading your wings, never will you soar
Never in the sunshine, will never feel the warmth
Will always be the fool, if no chance you did take
If you avoid the spotlight, no glory you will take
No failure you maybe, without effort never will you succeed
Without a heart wide open, never true love you will feel
Spread your wings, the flights worth the fall
Dance in the sunshine, warming your soul
Take every chance, do not miss and regret
Jump in to the spotlight, show us you’re great
Make failure not an option, you will succeed
Open your heart, love is the key
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Megan Murphy Poem
She is a sinner you say, and that maybe so.
What makes you fit to judge this woman you do not know?
You know not what her eyes have seen,
you have no clue of where she has been.
Would you walk a day in her shoes?
I doubt you would, if you could choose.
Yet with judgmental eyes you stare,
without understanding, compassion or care.
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Megan Murphy Poem
Death consumes her very life
Festering, slowly it eats her up inside
Darkness surronds her very soul
Helplessness slowly taking control
A way out she desperately seeks
The fading light seemingly out of reach
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Megan Murphy Poem
I do not feel as though I lost you,
I lost you so long ago,
Now prepared for our final farewell
I sit inside this hall
Hearing family speak of you
who barely knew you at all.
Sobs fill the room now,
And your song begins to play
Slowly they begin to wheel your coffin away
And it is in this moment I wonder
As I wipe the tears away
Is it right to mourn your death?
I never knew you anyway
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