My Grandma's Clock

White, pink, green and gold
Tick, tock, tick, tock
So old…
no longer- tick tock, tick tock.
It makes me think of her.
As precious as gold-
worth a million dollars to me.
I can imagine being my Grandma’s clock,
not being able to tick or tock.
Just standing there…
forced not to move a muscle.
I remember finding my Grandma’s clock.
I hold it in my hand,
knowing that it would bring back memories,
of my Grandma’s old house.
I would never see it again.
Memories
Remembering precious moments.