A Grandfather

Written for Daily Post at WordPress ~ Antique Antics

What is the oldest thing you own?  Recount its history,
from the object’s point of view.

I am experiencing some squeaks
and creaks but who of us born
in 1820, has not? My original hands
still move spryly, though I did have
a finger replaced recently.
I don’t like to complain, but
my fine mahogany body could be
a bit more lustrous, if my current
family polished me with more
regularity. However, I am wound up
like clockwork–no pun intended.
Listen to my clear, true ring
resonate on the hour. I have
had a diverse, distinguished life
so far–pictures of the queen adorn
my face. Being a member of my family
has afforded me travel privileges
from Massachusetts to Brooklyn,
and now, Portland, Oregon.
I still know the correct time;
just ask me.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to A Grandfather

  1. raroto says:

    what a lovely tribute to your grandfather’s clock! thanks for sharing 🙂

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  2. Amrit Sinha says:

    A grandfather clock … always so special 🙂

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