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Life's Clock
Contributed by
clovermama25
on
Tuesday, 9th February 2010 @ 08:54:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Your old frail hand in mine, Teaching me how to sew, I watch you teach me, Explaining it nice and slow.
I watch your hands crochet, And hear your chair creak, Intently watching you work, I don't even dare to speak.
I watch as you laugh, At your America's Home Video Show, Your face is so lit up, A Grandmother's silent serene glow.
I watch as you go to a home, And they offer you their care, I see you go down hill, Thinking how unfair.
I watch that last day, As you didnt know where you were, But if i could have a hero, You would be her.
I watch as they speak a poem, Then as they put you in the ground, I listen to all the weaps, All the tears that fall around.
I hold my mother's hand, And try to be her rock, Its funny how time passes, Expiring our life's clock.
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2010-02-09 20:54:32] (Date/Time posted on
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