Bells of Home

Bells of Home My memory sings when the brass school bell rings, so I ring it every day. It sits on my hallway table with the other two. I love the words it has to say, “Come play, play with life’s joy. Come play every girl and boy” The next in size is an elegant figure eight With a long smooth handle and a lozenge shaped ringer That softly strokes the sides and sounds just like an opera singer. The last is a little squat cuplike form, inside it a small heavy bead Swirling as it sends out the hypnotic hum, Round and round, Becoming an invisible vibrational drum. Every morning I ring them all, to wake me and the energy in my hall.