I like to think of Molly,
On a pillow of fluffy down,
Floating up among the clouds,
With angels all around.

I like to think of Molly,
Her face a precious star,
Shining in the heavens,
So near and yet so far.

I like to think of Molly,
A hallo upon her hair,
Glowing with all the love,
We all so gladly shared.

I like to think of Molly,
Gliding with golden wings,
With coos, smiles and giggles,
The memories it always brings.

I like to think of Molly,
The child she would have been,
Had we been so fortunate,
To have her as our friend.

I like to think of Molly,
Her family who are so dear,
And hope they always remember,
Their friends are always near.

I like to think of Molly,
It fills my heart with love.

                                             Anonymous...