We've just had the Ofsted telephone call so I shall disappear for a few days. I shall make sure I find time to remember this poem, another one mother sent me, each day.
Angel
Next day
the angel of tranquility was with us.
Great golden wings were spread above.
And in their tender shadows
the glory of the hunble things
of daily life shone forth.
Each cup became a chalice
each chair a chariot
and on the radio they played
the music of the spheres.
Mercedes Ciaraso
Angel
Next day
the angel of tranquility was with us.
Great golden wings were spread above.
And in their tender shadows
the glory of the hunble things
of daily life shone forth.
Each cup became a chalice
each chair a chariot
and on the radio they played
the music of the spheres.
Mercedes Ciaraso
I hope the angel of tranquility is with you today too.
