I spotted you in a special shop in Jamaica,
Probably 40 years ago.
I have held you in my lap while moving
from home to home.
You always started chiming when I would
place you in your new home.
A different story when arriving at this cottage.
You have hung on the wall for over 2 years
and would not tick.
The special people who work on clocks are
difficult to find at this time. Guess it is not
a profession that young people would have
an interest in.
In years past my stepfather would service
my old clocks and he passed away 10 years ago.
I can remember my grandmother would take a feather
to dust her clocks and would dip the end in oil to help it run.
You started ticking and chiming and still going strong.
Smiling I urge you on...
You have had a long rest and please keep up
what you have started.
Next time I visit the woods
I think I will gather some turkey feathers.
to try something my grandmother did.