The Old Square Kitchen Clock

Hello everyone.  Welcome to Leisure Lane.  I hope your new year is starting out healthy and happy.

At 5 o’clock p.m. on New Year’s day, I was sitting in the living room in the quiet, as the last glow of sunlight poured through the window onto the fireplace mantle.  Of course, that brought back nostalgic remembrances of my younger days in my mother’s home, and I thought of her kitchen clock  – the timely sentinel that watched over our family and tracked the minutes of our lives. A poem instantly ensued. I share it here, hoping it will also inspire you. Our clock was a soft white.  But I remember that red second hand turning and turning.

The Old Square Kitchen Clock

I think about the old square clock
That I remember well,
Hanging on the kitchen wall,
Telling what only time can tell.

It told our mother, when at Three,
Her children soon would carry
Bookbags packed with homework,
But for her smile would surely tarry.

And maybe waiting for them,
A homemade snack to hail the season.
Or maybe one for ‘just because’,
And no particular reason.

But just because she loved them,
Looking forward to their chatter,
About their day at school or play
And things that really matter.

It told us children, when at Five,
Our father soon would come.
Perhaps with presents he’d pick up
Along his travels home.

And soon we’d be around the table
Eating mom’s good dinner.
And afterwards sis and I took turns
To be the winner.

One would wash and one would dry,
It was a perfect process,
Unless the washer had to scrub
Pots full of double messes.

It told a family, when at Eight,
Their favorite show would start.
With bowls of fresh, warm popcorn
And laughter from the heart.

And we’d sit around the living room,
Cozy near the fire,
While we watched a funny skit or two –
Of that we’d never tire.

It told a father, when at Nine,
Bedtime was in tow.
And sis and I, and brother, too,
Hoped we’d wake to morning snow.

And maybe there would be a call,
In early morning hours,
To let us know our school is closed.
We’d pray with child-like powers.

And while we slept, the old clock ticked
All through the dark of night.
It never tired of its charge,
It never lost its sight.

It told a mother, when at Six,
‘Twas time to start anew;
The dawning day has its work
That comes with morning dew.

Morning prayers and breakfast
Are the first of many tasks.
Then get the children up and dressed,
Wash off their sleepy masks.

It’s time for school, it didn’t snow.
We’d drag our sleepy feet
To the table for our breakfast,
As we’d sit in our own seat.

The old clock’s steadfast minute hand
I’d often watch it turn,
Round and round its pleasant face
It passed without concern.

Many years now later,
Sitting in my living room,
I watch the last glow of the sun
On the fireplace all abloom.

As I glance toward my mantle clock,
It tells me that it’s Five,
And reminds me of a clock I knew
In days that once were alive.

Hugs and kisses, and laughter, too,
Could be counted by its dials.
And I wouldn’t give up one of those,
For they overshadow trials.

I think about the old square clock
That I remember well,
Hanging on the kitchen wall,
Telling what only time can tell.

Marianne Coyne ©2018

New Years day, 5:00 pm

Thank you for strolling by today.  God bless you, and…

Until next time, may happy days abound!

Marianne

Note: the above clock image is from Pinterest

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Tom Michaels
    Jan 11, 2018 @ 23:31:53

    Marianne – – Thank you for that beautiful poem…everyone will enjoy reading that and nod their heads ‘yes’ as they do. I think it would be a wonderful idea for you to take your beautiful poems and put them into a book for all to read. I can still remember being read “A Child”s Garden of Verses” by my mother when she would tuck us into bed every night….and I remember doing the same thing with that same book when I tucked my children in at bedtime….and the beat goes on. My children have done the same thing with our grandchildren, and I am blessed to now have my grandchildren doing the same readings of the same poems to my GREAT grandchildren….and the beat goes on not only for many, many years….but for generations….and sooooo many people are benefited from the same experience of that warm cuddly exercise of reading poetry while being tucked into bed. Priceless and timeless….and you could play a big part in bringing that wonderful experience for all.

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    • Marianne
      Jan 11, 2018 @ 23:36:24

      Tom, thank you for your wonderful comment! I, too, remember reading A Child’s Garden of Verses and reading it to my son, as well. Perhaps one day I’ll have my poems published for others to enjoy and read to their children. Have a wonderful day, and thank you for strolling by the lane today.

      Blessings,
      Marianne

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  3. dgkaye
    Jan 11, 2018 @ 04:38:10

    Beautiful poem on time, taking us through time. Brilliant my friend. ❤

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    • Marianne
      Jan 11, 2018 @ 15:44:03

      Thank you, Deb. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I just received a rejection letter yesterday and this one was a biggy. I’m trying to keep my thoughts positive so I can gain wisdom on what I should do with the rest of my life. I just can’t imagine that I’m stuck in retail forever, but…

      Enjoy your day. It’s gloomy and overcast here, but still a pretty day – a perfect day for me to put into practice positive thoughts and feelings. Blessings sent your way xox

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      • dgkaye
        Jan 11, 2018 @ 16:08:49

        Arg, I’m sorry to hear Marianne. Keep your chin up, even the greats faced hundreds of rejection letters.
        It’s gloomy and cold here too but focusing on sunshine! Stay positive my friend. 🙂 ❤

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