Like life’s ebb and flow
Swings the weight to and fro
Failure, success
Love, singleness
Assertive then hiding
Disdaining, inviting
Tick, tock
my life passes by.
Will your tick stop
the day that I die?
Like me you are slowing
And now you are stopping
I open your door
Your weights on the floor
I pull on your chains
your strength to restore.
And from your depths rise
smells that take me
back to my childhood
When my grandmother let me
pull those chains;
When you first shared
my strength and hers
Our hands clasped together
feeding you strength
to go on.
(On memories of my grandparent’s Grandfather Clock)
But now she is gone
I carry on
alone.