MOLLY'S ARMY OF HANDS MARCH ON

10TH-12TH AUGUST 2013 IN REMEMBRANCE 

Life lines mapped with blackened ink
Her brief time gone in a single blink
The hand of Molly recorded on card
She left our world, this has been hard
Knowing our loss can never be found
There is only the print of her hand above ground
A symbol of hope, but sadness we are bereft
Six years gone, an inconceivable theft
Her hand holds thousands of hearts that rock
An army of hands now printed on cloth
Her body has flown, her spirit abounds
She came through us both without making a sound
To show us all in her own special way
 That anything lost can be found some other day.

By Claire Mear