when she told how it came to pass
that she’d landed this plum part
along with the rest of her class.
It’s the fourth angel’s premiere,
her tinsel halo shines,
it’s set upon her golden hair
and in and out entwines.
She’s running to the schoolgate,
flaunting her angelness,
with her wings just so on her back
and a borrowed frilly white dress.
*
When
I meet her after school
with
her wings tucked under her arm,her smile is satisfaction
and innocence and charm.
The tinsel is gone from her hair,
the dress is distinctly sub-white,
she’s a little the worse for wear –
but – she’s been in the spotlight,
she’s been there –
she has stood upon a chair,
singing Silent Night.
Her first public appearance was
wonderful past words –
she has heard the crowd’s applause –
she has tread the boards.
I’m
told the concert was a hit,
the
ratings very high,her eyes are wide with the thrill of it,
mine are not quite dry.
If her teacher only knew,
when she assembled her cast
she made at least one dream come true.
She has been an angel –
a milestone has been passed.
