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Time Piece



Time Piece

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
The distinctive rhythm of the time keeper.

The soothing rhythm a young child
listens to when she sleeps in her mother's
old room at Grandma's house.

The deafening rhythm in the hospital room
as a family quietly grieves for their loss.

The annoying rhythm of a count down,
adding pressure and anxiety to those watching
the minutes and seconds diminish.

The exciting rhythm as a child
anticipates the return of his father
from a long business trip.

The energetic rhythm as people
rush to and fro in their busy lives.

The slow rhythm as children
anxiously wait for delicious treats to finish baking.

The procrastinating rhythm to a boy
watching in trepidation for his bobber to 'go under'.

The never-ending rhythm to a boy and girl
asking again "Are we there yet?".

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
The distinctive rhythm of the time keeper.
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SueB said…
I like this a lot. Time really does like to structure out lives! Your tick-tock also makes me think of how we have to silence our grandfather clock when my daughter in law comes to visit as it interrupts her sleep! We kind of miss the reassuring rhythm.
20/3/11 6:09 PM
laurelwong said…
So many ways to capture the passing of time. I liked reading this very much.
20/3/11 7:32 PM
Kari said…
Heather, this is gorgeous and insightful. It's amazing how time factors is in to the important moments (big or small) in our lives.
20/3/11 8:35 PM
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