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

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Resurrection Inspiration

No One Knew the Mystery of Jesus

No one knew the mystery of the Father.
No one knew the mystery of Love.
How He gave His heart
And took our part,
That mystery of Devotion from above…

No one knew the mystery of Sorrow.
No one knew the mystery of Bliss,
As He hung upon a tree
For the sake of you and me,
That mystery of Triumph with a holy kiss.

No one knew the mystery of Jesus.
No one knew the mystery of Eternity;
How God in man
Could unfold a plan,
That mystery of perfect harmony.

Now the time for mysteries is over.
For nothing hidden will not be revealed.
Simply seek and you will find,
As you renew your precious mind
To the mind of the Love and the Father above…

Forever, and ever….Amen!

Marianne Coyne©2017

I hope that this song inspired you today to live a resurrected life of joy, well-being and love.  Happy Easter to everyone, may God bless you all, and until next time…may happy days abound!

Marianne ♥

This post is linked to Spiritual Sundays

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