Unforgettable Memory Of Reality Poem by MBJ Pancras

The clock begins to function in its time,
The second hand rounds like bouncing balls,
The minute hand walks like penguin's steps,
The hour hand crawls like a snail:
Enigmatic silence silences the silent moments,
Expectant moments of thrill and joy,
Soundless cry; tiresome try; unthinkable pain,
It was a jolting reality knocking at the door:
Stressful delight to taste the painful joy,
It was a dramatic sequence evoking emotions,
Yet it was a hidden joy to be expressed.
Those noiseless squeals reached my heart,
Traveling across the air penetrating.
My heart flew; but
body ran towards it -
Towards the direction of the cry counting my steps.
I reached the point holding thrill and joy.
Thou wert born ripped off the womb on this day,
It is on this day thou wert born.
The clock struck fifty-three and three,
And it was at noon to say by time.
It was an unforgettable reality ever to happen,
Still in memory fresh and pure to praise HIM.
Thanks Unto HIM for HIS gift unto us.