My Two Miracles
Two of my clocks had stubbornly stopped,
My son had worked on them for years.
They didn't respond to his tinkering
He said they had worn out gears.
Sometime after God had taken him,
I walked by the cuckoo clock.
I impulsively swung the pendulum
And was startled by a strong tick-tock.
I was so surprised, I said aloud,
"I know you have fixed it Son,
Now just to please your mother
Would you start the other one? (And he did)
Won 2nd place
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