The Beautiful Lady Dressed In White Poem by Alberta C. Mayer

I fell in a dark closet one night
from an ear injury; blood streaming
from my ear.
I was crying for my mother; she
had died when I was 8 years old;
I was now 15 years old.
I looked up and a beautiful lady
dressed in white came down
over me in a bright light.
Motioning with her right fore finger
from right to left; no more fighting
through times;
The she smiled a tender smile
and went back up in a bright light.
I shall not ever forget that night
and the beautiful lady dressed in white. (This is true. It really happened.)