Winding the Clock
by Elizabeth Santos
What fascination holds a little mind
To want to help in winding of the clock
Could it be the pendulum that swings
Or clicking of the ticking and the tock

A mechanism mesmerizes eyes
Tightening the springs to make it chime
A weekly chore that little boys adore
And cherish fondly in the course of time

Allowing little hand to lightly push
The pendulum into it's rhythmic swing
Brings Grandfather so close to little boy
In weekly ritual their spirits sing