I lay here in bed

the tick tock of the shadow of time hangs over me.

And my thoughts again turn to my mother.

How she loved grandfather clocks

eventually when she had enough money she bought one

but it was a newly built one

no history or time under its belt.

She never looked at the new one but always dreamt of the old

Nostalgia hanging from its pendulum.

                                                                                    ~ Marc Carver

                                                                                          Basingstoke, UK