Reflections in the Mirror Looking Back – No 9

Fob Watch
Light behind me
Reflected in glass
Shapes from the past
Given substance
Brought into the present
Memory forgotten
Amongst so few
Your watch
Watch nestled in your pocket
Secured by golden chain
Here, on a shelf
A fob watch
Moments ticking in a box
Time eludes backwards
Bringing you forward
The memory of your hand
Cradling time
Decades passed
Your grandson now grown
A man in a different place
I crave again, time’s piece
Between you and me
That golden chain linking
Grandfather with a fob watch
With grandson of modernity
Relationship snapped
By transportation to this land
Re-forged in memory links
Of golden chain
And fob watch held in his hand

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