A Poem For Tillie by her Mom

Come Home, Little Angel
I watch you sleep, little Angel, blissfully unaware
Of all that is going on, how much you hurt inside
You want to go outside, play in the sun
You don't know why you're here, why you have to stay.

Come Home, Little Angel, come home and sleep.
Waking up each morning you're always on your feet.
Come Home, Little Angel, let me see you in your own room
Running and laughing, nothing will ever slow you down.
Come Home, Little Angel.

With smiles you see those who in scrubs and gloves
Always ready to hug someone with open arms.
My little tornado, whirling around in your own dance
Get well, sweet Angel. Come and dance with me.

Jesus holds you now, He shines through your every grin
Helping your body fight the sickness within.
We give you to God, little Angel, let him guide your steps