Golden Years
Etched into the surface of a pocket watch once held by my grandfather, and then his son, a cabin under the shade of a tall tree sits on the bank of a stream. Worn smooth in places, and sitting now in my hand, the gold case speaks of simpler times, its voice carrying across the years, conveying the value of a hard day’s work.
time-treasured heirloom
hands within to mark the time
held within each day
Using voice and watch, this haibun is my response to a challenge from Colleen Chesebro: Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 50 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: VOICE & WATCH.
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What a lovely Haibun poem. I love how you honored your grandfather with your words. He would be so proud. ❤
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🙂 Thank you.
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me, too – my grandfather’s watch made it’s treasured way through 5 generations so far and is now with one of my grandsons
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Excellent!
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Beautiful, Ken–watch and Haibun. I like how the object itself represents the passage of time.
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Thank you, Merril.
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To feel the hands that also held the watch…shivers. We need to treasure these connections. A beautiful meditation. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. I have two sons. When I’m gone, they will choose between this watch and a grandfather clock I made for my parents.
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A good choice indeed. Interestingly, my brothers and I chose very different things to keep from my parents, and there wasn’t any conflict. I suspect my daughters will be much the same, although they do both covet one of my great aunt’s quilts (but I have 3 of them, 1 each from my grandmother, mother, and aunt, so there’s a consolation prize).
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