'My Guardian Angel' Poem by Patti Wilburn Haney

The little girl so close to the end,
Halfway here, halfway there.
Cries for a mother who does not come,
Because she is busy.
The little girl barely hanging on.
...Halfway here, halfway there.
Cries for a mother who does not come.
She' putting the little girl's daddy in the ground.
The little girl wrought with fever,
Halfway here, halfway there,
Cries for a mother who does not come.
Instead God sends an angel.
The little girl given a choice,
Halfway here, halfway there,
Comes home to a mother who'll not cry,
For a child who does not come.