Grandfather Clock

18 May

Tick tock
old clock
stood, back when,
in my grandparent’s den.
An extra grandfather in their house,
no mouse.

Kept time
just fine.
Each sunday night
grandpa wound it tight-
key turning coil spring for pendulum
to swing.

That day
gone away.
Grandpa’s key
passes down to me.
My hand winds for clicks and chimes,
old times.

Clock sound
big, round.
Resonant DONG!
Vibration resounding long.
Every hour grandfather awakes
to speak.

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