The Wristwatch's Memories

It was a simple object
The most ordinary of the ordinary
yet it was extraordinary
It could do the most strangest of the strangest
because although it had no eyes, brain or sense
it did have the ability to go back
and remember

The feeling of giddiness
when strange loud claps of laughter intermingled around it
not the tick and tock it had grown up to
as the baby said its first word

The feeling of the wind whistling past its face
as its underside slid up and down the wrist
sweat coating it
when the child ran

Then its last memory, the feeling of sadness and hopelessness
when the wristwatch shop door closed behind it
and it was taken off its rightful spot; on her wrist
and thrown in a dark sealed box
when the teenager bought the new watch