Josephine Dunn

Rookie - 287 Points (Melton Mowbray)

Time - Poem by Josephine Dunn


Do not let the hands of the clock
Tick away
Every second
Every minute
Every hour
Before you think of me.

Do not let the pages of the calendar
Turn over
Every day
Every week
Every month
Before you speak to me.

Do not let the seasons of the year
Change colour
Every Spring
Every Summer
Every Autumn
Becoming Winter yet again
Before you see me.

Think of me as the second hand
Judders its way around the clock.
Remember me as the minute hand
Clicks from one to twelve.
Cherish me as the hour hand
Slowly drops and climbs
Throughout morning and afternoon.

Think of me daily
As you make your diary check
Remember me as you turn
The pages month by month.
Birthdays in January and again
As Beltane Springs,
A July anniversary,
Memories of holidays
On August’s baking dunes,
Wet November Wellingtons
And December’s roaring fires.

There is a home for you, always
I keep it in my heart,
Though with the years of passing,
We have grown so far apart.
It may seem to have no value
Now you turn away in youth,
But the strength of my devotion
Surely needs no proof.

I think of you
Each second
Every minute
Every hour.
Each day I remember
As I am doing right now.
Each week beginning
With hope of seeing you
Each month’s ending
Marking time flowing through.

An endless rush of time
While I sit quiet and still,
Thinking of how I love you
And knowing I always will.

21st November 2009

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 3, 2009

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