Dear little Molly sweet child of our land
Dressed in a flowing robe the colour of sand
Walking for miles with a sweet tally-**
Golden hair on her shoulders, her body aglow

Her feet are all bare without any sandals
Her fist full of petals is what she must handle
Tears are cascading full of affection
An Angel to guide her and to give her direction

Innocent tears and they have their use
Washing the victim who’s suffering abuse
She creeps into bedroom’s, stands firm like a tower
To minister and scatter the remains of her flower

Red petals are dancing to ease some dismay
All full of wonders to brighten their day
Gathering above making beautiful patterns
Erasing their minds of the pain which has happened

The news the next day said a child of just seven
Was beaten to death and got taken to Heaven
Inscribed on her tombstone was “Here lies young Tess,
A beautiful flower, Now this Angel CAN REST!”

Dear little Molly with wings tally-**
Treads in the Heavens with a friend whom she knows
Molly and Tess are much stronger together
Beautiful Angels, both God’s flowering TREASURES!

© By LynnKaren