God Is Calling

She slips on her left shoe,
Before I ask her for a hug,
She squeezes me with all her might,
But it felt just like a small bug,
I tell her with a soft tone,
As she walks up to the door,
"I love you so much Mariaha,"
The pain hits me more and more,
I am literally at lost of words,
But yet my mind is full of why,
This girl has stolen my heart,
And it take everything to not cry,
I don't like that she is so young,
She doesn't even know whats near,
Doctors gave her less than six months,
Ever day I wake in so much fear,
This is 100% the hardest thing to know,
And there is nothing I can do,
God is calling our sweet child home,
Please tell me this is not true,
Wake me up from this horrible dream,
Pinch me so my mind will swirl,
God don't do this to me now,
Please don't take my baby girl!!

This poem is about: 
My family

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