The Kitchen Clock
A homemade kitchen clock hangs on my wall.
The photos correspond with numbers all.
One is my sister Kathy with dark hair.
Two, Judy who goes with me everywhere.
And Linda, sister/friend is number three.
And the next one, number four, it is me.
My youngest sister Karen, number five.
My BFF, on six, no more alive.
And both my kids are there in seven’s place.
Next, hubby’s number eight with bearded face.
The house that we grew up in stands for nine.
Ten’s Mom when she was young and looking fine.
Eleven is my Dad in World War Two,
And twelve is Mom and Dad, and now I’m through.
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