Why, oh, why little Molly,
Why did you have to go?
We all loved you so much,
More than you will ever know.

Your life was cut very short,
From life's great pleasures known,
Our lives seem like empty shells,
Your angelic face no longer in our home.

So many things you did not see,
Nor people you did meet,
Or see the sun's yellow rays,
Or feel its warming heat.

No first steps to take, no shoes to learn to tie,
No first tooth to cut, or how to wave bye-bye,
I yearn to hold you close to me,
And see your cherub face,
And see you in your dresses,
Beautiful in sequins and lace.

That day will always haunt me,
It chills me to the bone,
And now all I have to kiss,
Is your oh so cold headstone.

                                                  Cindy Bloxsom
                                                          (Molly's Babysitter)