Get the door my mother said as the doorbell rang, as I opened the door a little girl stood outside with eyes full of pain.

Please help me she explained my mothers very ill, then she looked up at me with her teary eyes and stood very still.

I want to get help and my mother doest know, she says that Jesus has decided it was time for her to go.

Well come inside little girl its freezing cold out there, but she just stood there like she was frozen to the stairs.

She wore a wool jacket and had a bow up in her hair, please help me she exclaimed does anybody care.

Her eyes were an ocean blue, and her skin was very pale, I could hear the chatter of her teeth as she clenched onto the rail.

There was a sweet little girl pleading for help right outside my door , but when I looked away she was gone which left us all unsure.

We arrived to the little girls mom and stood outside , when we told her what happened she sadly began to cry.

We told her about the girl but she cried out no, we asked her why and she said that her daughter had died 3 months ago.

This poem is trying to say that angels guide us each end every day