Poet’s Corner: Mother’s Clock

ByBarbara Wood Gray, poet, Louisville, CO, for the Lyons Recorder
Mother’s portrait, next to her clock (Photograph by Barbara Gray, copyright)

MY MOTHER’S CLOCK
 
Never before
have I lived
in the same room
as my mother’s clock.
 
It’s easy to remember
her faithfulness….
lovingly winding it
          as I now do the same.         
 
But more remarkable than that
is the steady sound it makes
throughout my every day.
 
And I sense the beat of her heart
surrounding me still–
faithful and never ending
as only a mother’s love can be.

……………….© Barbara Wood Gray (senior from Louisville, CO)
From her book, “Sharing the Song” www.lulu.com/shop

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One Comment

  1. Beautiful poem. My mother never had a clock, and yet, reading this poem, I sense the beat of her heart too, surrounding me as only a mother’s love can.

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