The prompt for April 12th is about seashells, used in surprising ways.

Here is my attempt:

The Front Door is for Angels

I heard again the small sound of her knocking.
When I opened the front door, a tiny girl
stood there, ginger hair wild above her
keen blue eyes, an angel of an urchin.

Her dress was the colour
of faded sky. On her feet,
seashell sandals sparkled
like bright sand in the sun.

One small hand dipped into
a pocket. Flat-palmed, she
offered me pink and yellow pieces
of salt-water taffy.

My mother makes them, she told me.
Won’t you try? Please say that you will buy!

Her eyes dropped as she looked away.
I strained to hear her say,
I need new shoes.

Carol A. Stephen
April 20, 2018