SAD SALLY
I thought I heard a child cry, not a baby quite small,
But one about ten or so, it was so very sad that call,
Melancholy and haunting it brought tears to my eyes,
For they tore at my heart strings those sobs and sighs.

From the baptistry to sealing that sad sound came to me,
Sally thought she was being cut off from all her family,
She watched her father and mother, brothers and sister too,
Why was she left behind? she also knew the gospel was true

I was urged to tell the family please little Sally find,
She is only very young, she plays heavily on my mind,
They told me one was missing but did not know the name,
But I knew it was Sally, for her voice to me was very plain

I prayed they would find her so the work could be done,
For in the temple sad little Sally to me did often come,
For a while I heard her sighing as she wandered to and fro,
As if this child, Sally, was waiting onward and upward to go.

Then one day there was a sweet peace deep within my heart,
The relatives had found Sally, I thought they’ve done their part.
They phoned to tell me they found Sally who was missing,
And I managed to be there at the sealing and heard her singing.

No more tears of sorrow just sweet joy without compare,
I wish I could have been beyond the veil waiting there,
I felt a sense of gratitude from Sally sweep over me,
I will know her voice, she will be my friend for eternity.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 11 February 2004