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A SAD ANGEL
In a quiet corner of the temple I thought I heard someone cry,
For awhile it stopped, but then I heard a sad heartfelt sigh.
Then there, by the sealing rooms big, wide great staircase
Was an angel standing with a sad look on her lovely face.

She explained her mother’s work should have long been done,
They thought the great battle at last had been finally won,
But day after day she waits, for her mother’s name to show,
Somehow to the bottom of the pile her name seems to go.

I went along to name issue to see if anything I could find
Of the poor, dear sister who was always left far behind,
Accurceia was her name, I knew it was her waiting there,
No one wanted to do her work and that did not seem fair.

I put the sheet with her name back on top and told why,
Then a sister gladly took her name with a tear in her eye.
I returned to the sealing room stairs, but no one was there,
She was with her mother, for there was rejoicing in the air.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 17 June 2004