Grandfather’s Clock By Joy C. S.
You know how when you are little there may have been one song you loved
to hear sung to you by your Mother? The kind of song that when you didn’t feel
well you would ask to hear over and over again? My Mother used to sing a songthat I loved so much I shared it in elementary school choir.
”My Grandfather’s Clock was too tall for the shelf
so it stood ninety years on the floor. It was taller
by half than the old man himself. yet it weighed not a
penny weighed more.”
Recently, at 44 years of age I was hospitalized for several weeks. After the surgery I remarked to my Mother that I felt that her Mother had been there
watching over me. ‘Funny,” my Mother said, “Did you know before the
surgery, after the Anesthesiologist gave you “those wonderful drugs”,you were singing? You were singing the “Grandfather’s Clock” song. The nurses got a kick out of it.”
“It was born on the morn of the day that he was born and was always his treasure And pride. but it stopped short never to go again when the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering tic tock, tic tock. His life seconds numbering, Tic tock, tic tock. It stopped short never to go again when the old man died.”
I get great comfort in knowing that my daughter, in all likelihood, will sing it to her child. Time goes on.
The song lives. “Tic tock, tic tock”.
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