Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Mrs. Adlam's Angels

Mrs. Adlam
We Leave you in your Angels Care.

Sundays, as a rule, us kids went to Sunday School,
And Mrs Adlam said, angels stood round our bed.
To keep us safe from dark, right through to day begun,
And we used to lie awake, just to try to see one,
And though we never saw one anywhere,
We heard them softly singing in the air.

Sundays occasionally we were invited back for tea,
And bread with jam and cream, made Sundays seem a dream.
In the dingy mission hall, Mrs Adlam praying,
And down the street back home, all our mates were playing,
With Mrs Adlam's angels everywhere,
And we thought we saw a halo in her hair.

Sundays, for sure, ain't like that anymore,
Its getting hard for me, to see her face in front of me.
I wonder if her angels have their arms around her curled,
Keeping her safe from life, and guarding her from the world.
On a summer Sunday evening do I dare,
To hear Mrs Adlam's angels in the air.

Ralph McTell

I had a Mrs. Adlam in my life. Living in a small Mormon branch in my own little corner of the Confederacy meant Mormons were few and far between. I was the only one in my Primary class. My Mrs. Adlam prayed with me. My Mrs. Adlam sang with me. My Mrs. Adlam and her angels, brought the joy of life and a love for faith into the heart and mind of a small nine year old. My Mrs. Adlam is gone but her Angels -
I still hear them singing in the air.

Thank you Sister White.

Your Student,

Mrs Adlams Angels - Ralph McTell


  1. Thanks for sharing one so dear.. Beautiful thoughts and recognition for a sweet spirit.
    The song: "In the arms of an Angel" comes to mind: "