I could hear her sound
'Tick tock! Tick tock!!'
When she struck morn
I woke up.
That's her usual practice.
Everyday the sound came
'Tick tock! Tick tock!!'
When she struck noon
I returned.
This time in alone room
Her hands full of soots.
I could her sound again
'Tick tock! Tick tock!!'
When she struck eve
I slept.
In her tender soothing arms
Feeling her usual pulsating heart.
By Adewole Alexander
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