Meeting Sally

'Sally... she died,' my daughter, Lily, whispered as the movie ended.
She wept.

Once upon a time, there lived Sally,
A little girl from a small, box-shaped world called Television.
But yet, in that small, small world, Sally smiled and cried -
Just like you and me.

And three-year-old Lily loved her.

One day,
A child walked in - somewhat awkwardly, painfully.
Lily told me it was Sally and

She closed her eyes,
Smiled and slept in this small, box-shaped world -
This hospital ward.

Then she ran and ran and ran in dreamscape,
Hand in hand,
With little Sally.