Sheets on the Clothes Line

The seconds on the clock spun around
its hand clicking, ticking on…
life never stopping for a breath
nor tragedy, nor death
move along please, move along
nothing to see here but
time passing by, slipping away
another moment, another time
Anyone elses, but not mine

The clock tics as the birds wrestle from slumber
their early songs waking the Morning Glories
the bees humming
the sun strumming
and the sheets flapping on mom’s clothes line.
The clock saw the sheets that day
a memory so close but so far away
a different time, a different moment.
but the same clicking and ticking

Those clicks and tics are part of me now
stored away in my special place
Mom and her basket of pins
peek a boo in the sheets
laughter, loving
finding her embrace
She’s gone now
those wooden clothes pins rotted away
But for clicks and tics I’ll always have that day

© 2011 John Richter

About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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