***Sorry if it kinda sucks, I wrote it up real quick.
A man went to the house last night
To fix the broken pipe,
Along with all the other things
That made the woman gripe.
But while he was there
The strangest things
Began to take their place.
For when he turned the corner he saw
A girl descend the staircase.
“I saw a girl,” he told the woman,
Who was waiting in the shed.
“Impossible,” the woman argued.
“Five years my daughter’s been dead.”
Yet when they walked into the house
There stood the little girl
With her addictive smile and glowing eyes
And earrings made of pearl.
“Elizabeth,” the woman gasped. “Why are you still here?”
Elizabeth said patiently,
“I’m afraid that it’s not clear.”
The woman paced with tear-filled eyes saying
“No, you cannot stay.
Go up to live in Heaven
Where all the angels play.”
Elizabeth just shook her head saying
“I’ve already been there.
But Momma Heaven’s not home to me
If I won’t have you around to care.”
The woman just stood speechless
While the man ran out the door.
“Ridiculous,” the woman said.
“Up there is so much more.”
Elizabeth nodded as to agree,
But sat as still as fallen snow.
“Momma, you’re my angel you see
So I’ll wait for you to go.”
So in the house she waited for
Her mother’s time to come.
And when the woman’s heart lost
Its sound of a steady drum,
They both held hands and walked
Into a path of beaming light.
“Don’t worry Momma,”
Elizabeth said.
“It all turns out alright.”
