The Old Chime
The old chime still hangs by the kitchen door,
Its melancholy tones drift across the empty void;
Rusted and worn from years of faithful service,
Its voice tells of life and days once enjoyed.
The kids have grown up and moved away,
Pursuing dreams on wings of hope;
Creating memories to savor in years to come,
Cherishing the tie that binds like a velvet rope.
We sit together enjoying the evening breeze,
An old couple sharing tons of precious years;
Satisfied with a life filled with love and joy,
Blessings so sweet our eyes are oft fill with tears.
Suddenly the chime is alive with life and song,
Then an ominous quiet fills the evening air;
Breaking the silence I heard a soft 'Uh Oh,'
Then a crash and pieces everywhere.
'Grandpa, I think I broke the music thingy.'
I could tell that tears were about to rain;
With a hug and smile I picked up the pieces,
'Honey, it’s alright, Grandpa will put it together again.'
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By CheeseMaker
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