I Have My Grandma’s Watch

When my beloved Italian grandma died, she bequeathed me her watch. I wore it, restored to time, on my wedding day. Sleeping once again, I set it properly this morning at 8am, the beautiful old Bulova, and it was past time present time synched up for 60 seconds until the present, moving forward, left the past behind. If there’s a better metaphor to be found I haven’t found it yet. Those who have left us are with us, watching. In the fullness of time, they are loving us still and we are remembering, always, the fullness of that love and time holds all of us, everything, in the cosmic circle of love’s embrace, across and beyond time. I have my grandma’s watch, it keeps the time she gave to me, perfectly, in love, this day and always. Forever mine.

LBM 1/1/2022