Poem: Grandmother’s Watch

Grandmother’s Watch

Kristen Hiemstra


I can see that you wear that old watch too slack.
It’s too big by far and hangs out from under the black
sleeve of your blouse.

Your daughters bought it years ago and gave it as a gift.
The time since then passed full of love, but too swift.
They were such little children then.

It never kept very good time, and now it works not at all.
You will not wear another despite this integral flaw.
It is a comfort now.

A lifetime ago you were his exuberant, glowing bride.
Now you are silent leaving the church to go outside.


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