Maggie Grace Mullooly

You, know what? I think Maggie

is sitting with God,

thinking about how she

missis us. We miss ya two Mags.

Maggie always wanted to help those in need,

even those who called her nasty names.

She was always with a book, and

 a pad of paper.

She loved her brothers more than

any thing else. She love her pre-school gradtion,

the plays she was in, the dance shows,

the sky, (instert other event), but most of

all she loved the day she met God.

We mess ya, Maggie.

_To be read by My Brother, Frankilin.

The End

26 comments about this poem Feed