20 20 Last week, when I was looking for my
PE kit in the cloakroom,
I saw an angel.
She was hovering above the coat
hooks, smiling at me
And waving a long white hand.
Her silver wings were trembling
And her golden halo shimmered in the sun.
This morning she was there again,
Smiling and shimmering,
Flapping and fluttering,
Waving and trembling.
She looked beautiful.
I told my teacher.
‘Miss, there’s an angel in the cloakroom.’
My teacher gave a little snort. ‘An angel?’
She looked around the cloakroom but the
angel had gone.
‘Too much television,’ she sighed.
‘Too lively an imagination.
A daydreamer, that’s what you are.
Angels, indeed! Whatever next?’
She smiled and shook her head,
And then picked up a shining feather
from the floor
And put it in the bin.
