Who’ll Wind Up the Clock?

When I am gone…
and minutes, hours, days still carry on,
Who will wind up the clock?

For years I’ve turned the key
Just right…not tight
to break the springs.
Mother of Pearl inlaid case.
I gaze into its most familiar face,

The clock chimes sweet and musical
throughout the house. To me…
It might be a singing bird
perched high up in a Linden tree.

This little clock
ticks calm and happy
all day long….but…

Who will wind it up
when I am gone?

Kristine Byrne. March 2019