Not Just Any Watch
This is not a timepiece held by just any man.
His later life an escape to simple times and the bottle,
it graced the pocket of your father’s jeans
and marked the hours as he worked by your side,
toiling in farm fields after your mother’s death.
And later, it measured the hours of tavern time
till we would pick him up and drive to Aunt Ginny’s,
his home in his last years far from those fields,
never recovering from his loss. Measuring
his life, short as it was, it passed to you,
its black shoestring of a watch chain lasting
even through the years it served you. It passed
from your hands to mine, a reminder
of the hard years of your youth, a witness
to the life you achieved through hours of hard work,
a testament to the power of time to heal.
This poem is my response to Poetics:Object Poems, the prompt from Mish at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem beginning with “This is not a ______” and centered around an every day object, sparing the details of the object and instead showing the connection that it has made or what it represents.
Image: the pocket watch that once belonged to my grandfather, and then my father.
I love the flow of your words here and the idea you convey of all those memories handed down from father to son.
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Thank you, Ingrid.
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I love the way the story unfolds here Ken. What a treasure to have this timepiece.
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Thank you, Linda. Yes, it is a treasure.
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Beautifully written … describing a time-keeper in terms of the times it “watched”. One of those pieces that makes me want to open the whole book and read about the grandfather’s life, times. I, too, had an aunt Ginny and now I’m aching to know more of her times! Your details are intriguing, especially the black shoestring.
Your title mentions audio, but I’m not seeing that on WordPress. ?? Would love to hear you read this one.
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Thank you, Jazz.
And thank you for catching my slip up. The audio is now here.
That black shoelace… In my previous life, I was taking the watch out of my pocket to do laundry. The shoelace had come loose, so I placed it on the dryer. That was my mistake, because someone didn’t realize its significance (It was pretty worn, by then), and I never saw it again.
And Aunt Ginny… As kids, we always pronounced her name as Jenny, so I was well into my 40s before I corrected myself.
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Recording makes this even more moving! WOW!
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🙂 Merci!
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Your description of the “black shoestring watch chain” brought me to tears. I have long displayed my father’s pocket watch, SHOE STRING CHAIN attached in a prominent spot. Just a couple of month ago, I gave it to my daughter, who will treasure it as well. I thought my father was the only one who was so inventive in watch chains!!
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Your description of the “black shoestring watch chain” brought me to tears. I have long displayed my father’s pocket watch, SHOE STRING CHAIN attached in a prominent spot. Just a couple of month ago, I gave it to my daughter, who will treasure it as well. I thought my father was the only one who was so inventive in watch chains!!
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🙂 The power of memories held in the hand.
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This is incredibly powerful, deep and personal ~~~ thank you for gifting us.
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Thank you for your kind words, Helen.
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Loved hearing it read… the memories held within a timepiece.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Such a fine poem, ticking along in rhythm with that bittersweet-cherished watch. Your audio read is very good, also.
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🙂 Thank you.
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Your voice just makes it even more powerful. Superb work!
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Thank you. I’m careful about which poems to post with audio. Some just speak to me, and I need to share that.
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Very nicely done Ken! A pocket watch is such a great example of being so much more than just the ticking of time! They are so symbolic of the person who carried them.
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Thank you, Dwight.
Yes, carrying a part of that person.
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I love that you are speaking to your father in this poem, and I also love the story that continues through several generations. This was very poignant, Ken.
-David
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Thank you, David. Much of my early poetry, twenty-seven years ago, was driven by my loss of him.
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wow. I… assume it helped?
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It did.
I think it even helped my son. He was 14 at the time, and he wrote a poem that I read with my father’s eulogy. Tears now, just thinking about that. Poetry can be powerful.
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Even in the mix of life, and the grief of death there is a beauty to the expression of these moments, I found this very moving Ken.
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Thank you, Paul. Like this watch, some things have that power, when they become more than mere objects. Any time I hold it, I think of my father, gone now for twenty-seven years.
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Similar time for mine too, it got harder for a while, I needed that voice.
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Beautiful Ken. Full of humanity.
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Thank you, Steve. 🙂
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Generations encapsulated in that a timepiece – I love anecdotal poetry, and this poem is rich with your family history, Ken.
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That last line is so powerful. Amazing how one object can contain so many lives. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
“one object…” — Yes, I still can’t get over that.
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This is wonderful. The watch grew in significance as you openly shared these tidbits of information about your family. I especially enjoyed your reading. Very moving.
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Thank you. My appreciation for the watch has grown with the years. As my perspective has changed, I’ve come to better understand the times and circumstances.
Thank you for the challenge.
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There is something so special with timepieces… especially if they have measured the time of someone loved.
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Yes, that connection takes on added significance.
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There is so much passed on from father to son. The helpful and the hurtful moments shared. This timepiece seems to represent the passage of time while you were together and the way he remains with you still. I offer this reflection as a gift based on my experience of your words. It is not a judgement in any way.
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Thank you, Ali. When my father gave the watch to me, it was clear that he understood that I would value it as much as he did.
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Lovely piece. Makes me hope it’s true. 🙂
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Thank you. It is. I have this watch and a grandfather clock I built for my parents. I plan to leave them to my two sons. I think I’ll include this poem with the watch.
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A historic piece of you. Wonderful, Ken!
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Thank you, Sara. 🙂
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