IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
Family Heirloom
Free verse poetry
Published in
Apr 11, 2024
Mum’s old gilt clock
asks more questions
than it answers, its faded,
flowered face of silken pinks
watches from the bookcase.
Left for years unwound,
the tick’s too loud,
it has followed us still.
Stayed clung to us like secrets
from home to other home,
stuck with us like family,
although so many kin are dead,
that now only I know the tales
it keeps untold, and I choose
to leave it silent.
Julia Kantić 2024
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