You promised to come, yet
I wait, poised, on this chair
as minutes tick by silently,
like a grandfather’s clock
which has been broken –
also forgotten, discarded.
Those hands once moved,
as each sway of the pendulum
marked a promise
filled with hope.
Now, my hands are folded,
as still as the broken clock.
Can my heart be repaired?
Debbie Richard is listed in the Directory of Poets & Writers as both a poet and creative nonfiction writer. Poems have appeared in Torrid Literature Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Halcyon, and others. A chapbook, “Resiliency,” was published in 2012 and a memoir, “Hills of Home,” was released in 2014. www.debbierichard.com
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