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.