I hosted Christmas this year. And though it was fun to play 'mother' again, I appreciated a quiet time at the end of the day...
How very still the house is!
I can hear the soft tick
of the grandfather clock
and Jerry snoring in the bedroom.
Father loved that clock.
Bought it from a patient in Sixty Eight.
Wound it faithfully every night,
until he died.
We had to turn the chime off
when it came to live with us.
Jerry couldn't stand the noise.
Said it hurt his ears.
Odd that, because he hates the quiet too.
Likes the air to be filled with sound.
Turns on the bedside radio
before his feet hit the floor.
He went to bed tonight at eight.
Tires early since the stroke.
Left me to watch 'Miss Potter' on the ABC
Said he'd find it 'boring'.
I think he was put off by the title.
Doesn't really care for children's books.
Hasn't read Winnie the Pooh
and calls Lewis Carroll 'that pedophile'.
I found Miss Potter quiet enchanting
as I'd always found her books enchanting
(especially Jemima Puddleduck)
when I was small.
I watched the credits to the very end
and sat for ages after that.
Pity Jerry missed the film -
but then his mother never read to him as a child.
oh well..I can understand why..your last line said it all. what a beautiful piece..and i love that grandfather's clock you've stated.. It brought memories at home..another lovely piece Ali..and thanks for this sharing