The Chimer

This old house has a chiming clock,

It dongs and chimes and goes tick tock.

It greets me in the morning and sings at night;

And sometimes, gets the time almost right.

It makes me stop and listen when it chimes,

A chance to pause and think of good times.

For this old clock has seen many things,

Summers, falls, winters and springs.

It is a part of this home and a part of me;

We have lived together contentedly.

Happy, sad or in between,

A dear old friend this clock has been.

Joanne Baker ©

My Grandmother Beever and I had the same chiming clock. Sometimes when we talked on the phone you could hear both clocks chiming at the same time.  It was a special connection that we had.    Now that she is gone from me every time I hear the clock chime I think of her.   In a way she is saying Good Morning, How was Your Day, Have a Good Sleep, I Will Talk to you Tomorrow.