Grandma’s wall clock
Grandma’s wall clock stood with timeless elegance,
Its chimes each hour, a heartbeat’s alluring dance.
When she passed, it found new rest on my aunt’s wall,
Echoes weaving memories' enthralling call.
She caught my wistful gaze, then gave it to me,
Since then, it’s brought timeless and endless joy free.
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