by Jamison Koehler on October 7, 2011
My smart, lively and beautiful niece Meg posted a Facebook tribute to her grandfather today on the first anniversary of his death. And she did it with a brevity my father would very much have admired: “GSK.”
The note from Newman’s said
it needed cleaning,
but I wind it and it goes.
Its hands with delicate gesture pointing
like vanes around the face resume
an hour of your life.
Sunlight in the room
and memories, clear
as water. In the mirror as you lean
to tie your tie I see
the Hamilton on its gold chain.
Ten after eight:
initials on the knife, reversed.
Where you stood on the rug
it wears. I say my name
and hang your picture to remind me.
Another time; your breath
unclouding in the glass.
© G. Stanley Koehler