Thursday, April 27, 2023

The clock

 What once was a home filled with children's laughter and the smell of Sunday dinner cooking is now silent except for the old clock still keeping time. The walls leading upstairs are lined with pictures of times past and memories made throughout the years. She used to walk past them, but now she stops and studies each face making sure the names still came to her. In her bedroom, she sits in front of the looking glass and smiles the same smile she was told would break many hearts, but only one meant anything, and he was somewhere waiting. She brushed her long white hair, one hundred strokes humming a song she would sing to her children long ago. Time is a cruel thing, she thought out loud. One minute it's laughter and playful moments surrounding you with joy; the next is unwelcome silence. You gave your love completely and received it because that's what one does in a happy life. Then as if time left you behind to mind the store, you remember the clock needs winding, or does it?

MO


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