My Ticking Memories

A gift my mother had received
Passing it down to only me
Its magic shocked me
With a touch
The memories that I will always clutch

The people that pop out and in
Always have a wooden grin
They spin and prance as hours go
Melodious music, sweetly slow

Swirling details are carved
On the edges and sides
The happiness this
Item always provides
The numbers are etched in
Deep brown paint
Making it look quite so quaint

Hour and hours of lavish delight
I watched them dance all day and night.
The golden hands which ticked and tocked
Going around the ancient clock