CYA-E-RYT400. Yoga Wellness Educator. Certified to teach Yoga, Meditation, Reiki, Pilates. 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 was 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.

Comments

Liliane Najm (author) from Toronto, Canada on May 20, 2020:

Hi Beth, I adored my grandfather. I checked your articles and intend to read your series. Best. Liliane

Beth Perry from Tennesee on May 17, 2020:

Love this! Very entertaining with a nostalgic feel many of us can identify with.