The sound of clocks

 

My papa had a pacemaker,

And it sounded like a clock.

I layed my head upon his chest,

And heard his heart tick tock.

 

Steady, strong, and promising,

I called the ticking mine.

Until that troubled little clock

Went quiet, out of time.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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