Its been ten plus years
Since it last soothed my soul
Due to age and careless movers
Much repair was needed to reach my goal
In order for me to pass it on, as it was to me
It needed to be restored, but to perfect condition
So I took the extra steps to even correct the wrong
To carry on for many years as our family tradition
Each morning when I walk past
With my coffee in hand
I reach out and lovingly touch and promise
One day again you will be grand
It always stood in the front hall at Dad's
Thru the whole house there was that dinging sound
Especially at nite it would always give comfort
Of being close to him and at home was found
Oh to have it back
Will be as if you're still here
The ticking is as your heart beat
Comforting when you held me near
Not knowing who to choose
And my income being fixed
This my one last earthly goal
Seemed to be hopelessly nixed
But alas my guardian angel
Saw deep within my heart
Led me down a prayer answered path
As has been since my very start
Finding this man who loves all clocks
As much as this one I love
Proves to me the path chosen
Was lovingly guided from above
Each day that passed
And new progress reports found
My joy continually escalated
Soon again to hear that ticking sound
He worked so hard to fix it in time
For me to once again hear
That ticking and old clock chime
On your Birthday to feel you near
ღ God asked me how long I planned on keeping you in my life.
I smiled and said...
How do I choose between always and forever...
But then I have found that's really not up to me... ღ
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