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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Angel's Touch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was Wednesday morning service <br>in the church next to the school <br>and Helen sat next to you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the old wooden pew <br>her eyes peering <br>behind her thick lens glasses </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at you and she whispered <br>your mum's meeting my mum <br>in the street market after school </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then we're going to my house <br>for a cup of tea <br>and I can show you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">my doll's house <br>that my dad made <br>out of an orange box </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it's got lights <br>and everything <br>you leaned your head </div><div style="margin:10px 0">towards her and said <br>in a low voice <br>oh right yes that'll be good </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hoping none of your mates <br>could hear <br>especially Cogan </div><div style="margin:10px 0">who only the other week <br>threatened to bloody your nose <br>but he didn't show after school </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she smiled <br>and you looked at the altar <br>where the vicar </div><div style="margin:10px 0">was lighting candles <br>and Mrs Murphy <br>was walking down the aisle </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like an aging storm trooper <br>in her hand knitted cardigan <br>and brown pleated skirt </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Helen whispered <br>and you can see <br>the tiny furniture </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've got too <br>that my mum bought <br>from a second hand shop </div><div style="margin:10px 0">off the market <br>you looked at her <br>sitting there </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in her grey jumper <br>and white blouse<br>and grey skirt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and her plaited hair <br>parted in the middle <br>and her bright eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">magnified by the glass lens <br>and you said <br>I look forward to it </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she rubbed your hand <br>with hers <br>and then looked ahead </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the lighted candles <br>and sniffed in the incense <br>in the air and her hand </div><div style="margin:10px 0">moved to pick up <br>a hymn book <br>and you sensed where </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her hand had been <br>like some angel's touch <br>as if to bless </div><div style="margin:10px 0">well that's what <br>it seemed like to you <br>more or less.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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in the church next to the school 
and Helen sat next to you 

in the old wooden pew 
her eyes peering 
behind her thick lens glasses 

at you and she whispered 
your mum's meeting my mum 
in the street market afte..."></div>
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