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