It stood in the vast front hall Hot Texas sun bleaching its wood. Silent, Tall, A brassy moon face peering out from Behind the glass. Even on six-year-old tip toes I couldn’t quite see the words And the numbers.
It had been the pride Of the white pillared mansion. Already a hundred years old When it was purchased in London. A honeymoon gift of love Traveling by ship to a New country in a new century.
Why doesn’t it run? I asked. My white-haired aunt With tiny wire glasses And flower print dress Would just shake her head. Ticking her life away She said.
Time moved it to Grandma’s house. To the grand room with the red velvet bench And the horsehair couch. Every summer it gazed at me As I watched cartoons And ate oatmeal cookies.
Mama’s little house was next. Weathered and beaten it stood Just inside the screen door. Still silent. Growing older still.
Another move to Arizona Before Mama died. One of its legs now broken, The pendulum long missing. Propped up on bricks. The estate lady called it Firewood.
But my six-year-old heart Loved it. Like she loved the white haired Aunt. And the beautiful grandma And the beloved mama. Never could it be firewood.
So sixty years after standing on tiptoes And peering at the brassy moon face I brought it to my home. To my modern white tiled front hall To bask in balmy California light.
Only this time to live again. Even though it hadn’t made a sound in more Than a hundred years, I found a man to save it. Who saw its tattered beauty. Its works still intact.
And soon, with a little love And faith It chimed! Not a deep Big Ben sound But a bright, light ting Of a ship’s bell From 200 years past.
A new pendulum counting the seconds. The brassy moon face moving with Each day and each week Revealing children running And playing among flowers.
The wood gently polished The leg carefully repaired. No longer was it ticking a life away. No longer a forgotten memory. It now became the heartbeat Of my home.
Peggy is a wife, mother, and grandmother who loves to write about the Love of God and encourage others in their faith. She lives near the ocean in the Los Angeles area and has multiple cats and one very fuzzy dog.