Description: My son was doing a project a couple of months ago for one of his classes and he had to 'interview' me and ask me some questions. The final question on his survey asked, "If your parent(s) could wish for one thing that would make their lives easier, what would it be?"
My answer was, "A clock that magically created 48 hours in every day...so that perhaps we would finally have the time to do everything that needs to be done."
This poem kind of touches upon that subject...wishing that time could at least stand still a little bit to give me a fighting chance to catch up...
The Clock -------------------------------------------
I have forgotten to wind the clock again
The weights hang heavy and low upon their chains
The swing of the pendulum stilled
It stands in stately grace
With hands reaching forever upward
Permanently stopped at three minutes of one
When did the clock stop ticking?
Hours ago? Days? Weeks?
Time merges so swiftly into infinity
That it is all a blur to me anyway
The Westminster chimes of each quarter hour
Blending into background noise
And the resounding gong counting yet another 60 minutes passed
Unheard against the din of the day
It seems to be a photograph
Of time standing still
And because I wish that it would
For just a moment
I leave the clock unwound
So that each day
At three minutes of one
I may pause for just that second in time
Just made my recent favorites list! Clearly masterful in style, seemless in thought. At least to myself. Read it twice to pull more out of the undertones, less the points made. Which is a rarity for submissions typically read at this site. Was this a first draft or something settled upon? Im curious. The tie in of your description had me thinking even more as to the direction you subsequently decided to take. Which I thoroughly liked. Definately look forward to having enough time to go through the rest of your collection.