The Broken Watch
POEM12UNITED STATES
Elias
1/24/20261 min read
Grandfather’s watch stopped at 4:17.
My mother wanted to repair it, but Grandfather said no. “It reminds me that time does not always get to decide,” he explained.
After he died, the watch became mine.
Sometimes I wear it to school. Everyone else checks the hour.
I check the memory.