Thirty years past, nearly 400 miles from here, I first saw Molly.
On her trip to her new Missouri home, she spent the night in our back yard.
She was quite a site in our neighborhood.
Today she takes her place of permanent rest in our back yard, here in the Missouri hills.
This spring a blanket of wild flowers will bloom over her.
I'm certain I'll walk among those blooms and once again think of Molly,
back when she and I were young.
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I know you will RIP, Molly. You are in a beautiful place.ReplyDelete
Thanks Marc and Debbie for providing a peaceful place for my family. There are not words to describe what you mean to our family. God has blessed us with you!ReplyDelete
What a beautiful place for Molly to rest.ReplyDelete