The Waiting Clock ©
Written by Anne M. Smith
August 11, 2009 at 8:30am
One Day Before Cancer Took My Mother's Life
Big white round face
Black hands and bold digits
This is the waiting clock
With every loud gasp I look at it
To mark the final time
When we’ll lose her
The seconds are agony: a blessing a curse
For they crawl yet give way to more time on the earth
Each minute blends into the next
With each rise and fall of her chest
But the countless hours that have come and gone
Have given birth…
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Posted on September 15, 2009 at 7:59am — 3 Comments