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The Clock

When I was just a little girl my Mom gave me a clock it looked sleepy and it was a dwarf and it would say tick tock His eyes would sway back and forth in rhythm with this sound I was afraid he'd come to life and walk upon the ground One day I had a nightmare and that he did that thing He came from the wall as I had feared with pendulum full swing My cousin came to visit us and somehow broke my clock by winding it back and forth until it finally stopped It's humorous I remember this it was so long ago I'm glad that I no longer dream of this sleepy dwarf of woe

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Robert L. Hinshaw

Date: 9/29/2020 9:04:00 AM

A delightful childhood memory in poetic form, Angela. Many thanks for your kind comment re Eternal Love. Best to you as you continue your poetical journey - Bob H

Angela Crabtree
Date: 9/29/2020 2:54:00 PM

Thank you very muches... :) Peace, Angie

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 9/28/2020 11:20:00 PM

Some memories are not easily forgotten. I think you would prefer to have that clock around even if it does not tell the time. Intriguing poem. ~~

Angela Crabtree
Date: 9/29/2020 7:55:00 AM

The clock got thrown out, but I thought I would see if they have any online. Thanks for commenting on my poem. :) Peace, Angie

Susan Ashley

Date: 9/28/2020 5:02:00 PM

Aw, I can see why you'd be frightened of this Sleepy clock as a kid, Angie. Seems like your over-winding cousin did you a favor.. :) The emotions and imagery of your poem are wonderfully expressed. I enjoyed is very much! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Angela Crabtree
Date: 9/29/2020 7:57:00 AM

It's probably for the best, if you know what I saying. :) Thanks for reading and commenting. Love, Angie