http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mcmorra The original writings of author Mary en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776173062 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote this poem in memory of my best friend, my father, who taught me almost everything I needed to know about flowers and life :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/2120492/ this is a definition poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/2119239/ writing through tears, an update of my Sandy Hook haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/2029859/ it takes a while to heal, eh? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1992645/ Poem about abuse, about being abused, yet not ready to leave. Poem about Limbo in abusive relationships http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1950575/ poem about a young mother to be steals away in the night for a little alone time with her soon to be born baby http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1911089/ poor soul doesn't understand that you can't melt a cold cold heart by setting someone ablaze ;-( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1895238/ multiverse Haiku, killing the creative spirit with procrastination, happens to me more than I care to admit, losing sight of what really matters, inspiration replaced by tedium. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1893347/ fanciful poem of seduction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1884561/ A poem in my Ave Maria Book. Mary's son has been murdered, she is drained, exhausted and falls into a deep sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1792217/ Ok friends, I admit it: I really enjoy Facebook! so this is my tribute to the cliches we have all come to know and love. Feel free to add a stanza or two, have fun! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1789425/ I wrote this when I noticed that my arse has gone and my belly has grown- hmmm...is there a connection? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1690253/ the birth of John the Baptist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1686750/ forgiveness is the most powerful survival tool we have. Scars indicate healing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1660485/ This is another addition to my collection of poems of Mary and Jesus. It's a poem about a young child jesus playing with papa's carpentry tools. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1660330/ freedom often seems to be an illusion at best. forgiveness doesn't always bring peace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1598270/ everyone gets a little down in the mouth while waiting to die, even a Savior. Hope you can excuse the irreverence, none intended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1598179/ babies born to drug addicted parents, parents who drug their wee ones to keep them quiet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1127831/ Jesus takes his first steps. Part of the "Mary" story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1122933/ please can't we stop the madness? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1088896/ Winter is cold, but I sometimes think snow has personality. This poem came to me on my drive into work this morning (driving through some flurries of course). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1078034/ my love-hate relationship with winter. I love the skies, day and night, in winter they are intense and pure; hate the cold, brrrrr! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1074430/ I love the winter sky, dislike the cold. But the prettiest night sky is in the winter. Go figure, sigh. I think the beautiful winter night sky is Mother Nature's apology to me, he he. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1073549/ awaiting medical test results can be a very scary time.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1063293/ Sometimes grudges, past hurts are nurtured as if they are our children. We name them and hold them dear to us. But what happens when one is lost? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1024612/ Mothers throughout time have had to witness the execution of their sons, whether they be criminals or political martyrs. The suffering is the same. Helpless witness, Mary comforts as best she can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1011257/ Her son is dead, executed for healing in love. Mary grieves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1010902/ Young Mary greets her baby and promises all things motherly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1010899/ "take the child and his mother and escape to Egypt ...Herod is going to search for the child to kill Him" Matt 2:13. Mary's is only one of many stories of the flight from horror in history. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/1010359/ FYI Teachers enjoy writing exams every bit as much as students enjoy taking them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/982840/ exam time at schools all over the country. ahh the angst! My favorite question my students ask is "is this going to count?" message to kids, this too will pass, so go home and hit the books! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/982808/ Mary Iscariot and Mary of Nazareth mourning the death of their sons, but it could be any mother's sorrow. took lots of biblical liberties here, possible excommunication? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/981701/ I wrote this poem in 2012 when the doors of the school at which I taught closed for good. It was a Catholic School if you didn’t guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/973445/ this is a fun, very imperfect poem on how I would like to respond to well meaning insensitive people talking to someone (ie,me) who just lost her job, enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/971283/ This is the first poem of my "Mary's Story," as I call it, a poetic diary of Mary. Somewhat biblical, definitely not theological. enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/967736/ Mary has been sent to stay with Elizabeth, possibly the only person who really understands. I would like to imagine they spent afternoons like this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/967185/ Mary has just informed her family and Joseph about her condition. (not the joyous reaction she might have anticipated) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/961995/ in this poem, Mary is at Elizabeth's home, Elizabeth has given birth to John, and Mary is getting to know him. I need some advice with this one, wording, title, etc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/961933/ I wrote this poem after my last chemo treatment for breast cancer in 2003. This is my personal journey with cancer, finding the lump, surgery, chemo, moving on in joy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/961572/ in my anthology, Mary has accepted her pregnancy and invites her loved ones to share in her happiness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mcmorra/961508/