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The Visit

Her sandy brown hair was all a mess. Ice cream stains upon her dress. Sitting on the curb of a no parking zone, Appearing scared and all alone. She sat silent, but tears filled her eyes. My heart couldn?t ignore her desperate cries. I knelt beside her, placed my hand on her arm. I am here to help, I mean you no harm. Where is your Mother? I softly said. She let out a sigh and lifted her head. Her angelic voice quivered, ?I do not know.Ó She was just here a moment ago. We came from the store when I dropped my ball. I went to run after it, then I heard her call. ?Stay out of the streetÓ so I stopped on the lawn. When I turned back my mother was gone. I looked all around, there was no one in sight. We will find your mother, it?ll be alright. I will take you home, do you know the way? I don?t know my address she began to say. Can you describe your house, what color is it? It?s yellow and white next to a big gravel pit. Thank goodness I knew the house she meant, I took her by the hand and away we went. Walking a short distance, we could see her house. This sad little girl became joyful and rouse. She burst through the gate, her mom waiting there. The woman only reacted with an empty stare. She was totally oblivious to her daughters return. I approached the woman with great concern. Excuse me Ma?am, but are you ok? ?I lost my daughter just yesterdayÓ She ran after a ball, but I yelled too late. A reckless drunk driver decided her fate. We bury her Thursday, then she let out a cry. ?Why dear God did she have to die?Ó I couldn?t believe my very own ears, Nor could I hold back my heartrending tears. You may not believe me, but I just have to say; ?I was visited by an angel todayÓ I could never explain the why or how. But I can assure you, she is with you now. Together forever, never will you part. As long as you keep her within your heart.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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