Tick tock of Dads wrist watch. The tick an tock I hear no more. The buzzing in my brain. The ringing in my ear.
Sound has robbed me of my favorite part of his old wrist watch.
Just a childhood memory,of my ear pressed to Dads watch as he held my squirm to a minimum. Allowed to cuddle an nap in the pew at church. I would listen to the ticking of his watch,thankful of his closeness an patience. He's gone now,i have his watch,the tick is gone, time still moves on.