CLOCKS

Every room in my house has a clock.
Only one has ever stopped.
They chronicle a life that is ebbing away,
A family history that is here to stay.

There is the clock that ticked off the hours
The times when my children were born.
One a clock whose china base holds flowers
And one with a face that is torn.

The grandfather clock in the hallway that chimed
Giving away the hour they came home.
A clock in the parlor that would ever remind
Me of the home they have always known.

But the clock that stopped when I was told
My soldier son gave his life for his friend.
Will never be wound now that I’m old.
But the others will tick to the end.

Michael Robert Patterson

Michael Robert Patterson was born in Arlington and is the son of a former officer of the US Army. So it was no wonder that sooner or later his interests drew him to American history and especially to American military history. Many of his articles can be found on renowned portals like the New York Times, Washingtonpost or Wikipedia.

Reviewed by: Michael Howard