It has been with me all my life.
Hanging on the walls of only two houses.
Bought by my Grandfather in the year of my birth
And brought into the family home,
The one where I was raised.
A home of care and love,
Of fun, happiness, learning,
And of course music.
The clock looking down upon me,
Consistent throughout my life.
My grandfather passed to another world
But the clock stayed where it was,
In the house that was now my parents.
The clock saw me grow into a young man,
Into a married man and away from the home,
To a home of my own.
My father moved onto that symphony in the sky
But the clock stayed with my mother.
It hung on that same wall for fifty two years
Until the time when my mother passed on.
The clock then came to me,
And has now hung on the wall in my house
For twenty four glorious years;
Still looking down on me
As my lover and I enjoy our life together.
The clock has never failed, never needed repair.
My Grandfather’s clock,
The clock I have known since my birth,
Counting my time in this world,
Until I leave for another place.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The clock has hung on only two walls in its long life, one in the lounge of my parents home and now in the lounge of my home.
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Comments7
This is a great poem Andy and for many reasons .. it not only tells an incredible story, but it more than touches on time and longevity with that personal touch which has become something of a Goldfinch60 signature & kite mark ..
I have a granddaughter clock my great grandfather made as an apprentice carpenter before he became a coach builder .. It always fascinated me as a child and always hoped one day it would grace my home .. It came to me quite a few years ago and tho' temperamental, I do love her so .. Neville
Thank you so much Neville, your words mean a great deal to me.
Those items that we still have from our childhood bring back such wonderful memories.
Andy
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Classic reminding me of the old child's song "My grandfather's clock" one of my childhood favorites. A lovely message as well to this poem. Nicely done Andy
Very true soren, memories can return in so many ways. Thank you.
Andy
A great item to have in your memory. I enjoyed the enthusiasm of this piece.Well done
Most kind David, thank you.
Andy
Great write Andy
Thank you Dan, much appreciated.
Andy
You're welcome Andy
From a time when quality was King. I lived in Germany a few years and they were still master craftsmen. Wonderful things indeed.
Thank you Dan.
Andy
What a delightful poem
and the clock what a
grand piece of memorabilia
to have, I can tell your
Grandfathers clock
means quite a lot to you! ☺️
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thank you Thad, yes it does mean a greta deal to me.
Andy
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