Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock
it's heartbeat keeps on pulseing.
Spending precious minutes
of the time I have with you.
I hate this instrument
leaving only memories.
Time once gone can never
be recaptured once again.
Wish I could stop the hands
to spend forever with you.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)