Poem { Precious Moments }


Tic, Toc, tic, toc, go the hands on the old clock; Squeak, squeak goes the old lazy boy chair, as I slowly rock, and relax there. I am thankful, for each second, each moment, each tic, each toc, as I listen to the sound of that old grandfather clock. I count my blessings, and sing as I rock, and I am so thankful, that I can see and hear that old clock. I take a deep breath and joyfully say, I am thankful for each precious moment, God has sent my way.

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Author: wint68,70pluswint

I am married, have four lovely children and five grandchildren. I love gospel music and to write poetry as a hobby. I love animals such as dogs, and white tailed deer. I love good clean humor.

One thought on “Poem { Precious Moments }”

  1. Iwrote this at 2:30 AM,when I could’nt sleep because of my pain; these words came as I rocked and listened to that old clock, and counted my blessings to the squeak of that lazy boy chair and thanked God I was there.

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