That old clock standing  in the hall
never missed a tick or chime that I could recall 

Then one day it became silent
To look at its face it seemed to be smiling

An anostinushed look came over all of our faces
The winding of that clock was one of Grandamas many sweet graces

Grandma died about a month ago
That old clock longed for her touch so

She became tired and could live no longer I guess the same for the clock
We wound it as tight as we could but never another chime or a tock

We bowed our heads and said a silent prayer for Grandma in Heaven
and that old silent clock a reminder forever


June 6, 2023
MarkWaldrop