Yoga Wellness Educator. Certified to teach Hatha Yoga, Meditation, Pilates, Reiki. Yoga Therapy Foundations program. I love to write.
My grandfather’s clock made a sound
That gave me the shiver as I found
That the time for me to sleep has come
And its ticking and clack hum
Meant off to bed I must go
Whether I like it or no.
His clock sounded the hours audibly
And this kept all of us on time laudably
Its ticking meant I will be sent
To bed as if I were spent
I won’t be allowed to go to a rave
Whether I scream or rage to make him cave.
When it sounded, I felt so serious
As if the hour were solemn and mysterious.
I loved the silence in between its ticking
It usually came with the light switch clicking
In bed I dreamt of games to play
All worries of the day gone away.