I here the ticking of the clock
It speaks to me, “tick-tock, tick-tock”
The time is slow, for time is vast
As lives slip by, all image passed.
I see the pictures on each wall
The times we lost I’ve seen them all
How sad that we too soon grow old
And leave the safety of the fold !
for those of us who never rest
and feel the world upon their chest
these are the words i say each night
before i hold my pillow tight
i ask my God for those to bless
to keep them safe and make redress
then one by one i say their name
forgive all things there is no blame
and last of all i bid adieu
to all my faults both old and new
i love you mom
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Claire V. Bogdanos 