The Story of Tic Toc the Clock and the Part Who Wanted to Live in the Past – or The Helping Hand (Another Poem for the Children)


Tic toc, tickety toc

Hands are going backwards

Forward two, back three

Tic Toc clock sighs as time spins forwards


“Big Hand to Little Hand.”  I said, “Big Hand to Little Hand”

You’re moving the wrong way

“I know, I know; but I’m having so much fun

And want to move time back to yesterday


Yesterday my hand was stronger

And nothing was an effort

Yesterday the sun shone brighter

And I could see which way to go

Yesterday I was so much younger

And time it moved much slower


Today my hand needs a hand to hold

And guide me round and round

Today the sun seems somewhat dimmer

And it’s hard to find my way

Today I’m older, the rhythm of time feels lost

And I can’t keep up with the hour”


Then Big Hand replied as he wiped tears from Little Hand’s eyes

“But your hand is in my hand so don’t worry, I’ll lead the way!

Time will march on … the sun’s here to stay

And together we’ll keep time moving forward

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth


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I Have to Say Goodbye to My Daddy Today

I have to say goodbye to my Daddy today
He leaves on the night-time train
Yes, I’m all grown up and yet
It still causes deep anguish and pain

Does this pre-emptiness also touch his heart
As child tears like an abandoned river flow?
‘Tis early morning and the sun is hidden
And as my writing stalls … he’s preparing to go

He’s shared our lives for two blessed years
And how blessed they seem only now
Oh! How life is taken so shamefully, sadly for granted
As each tick of the clock to time bows

Five summers, four winters, four autumns, five springs
Ago; my mother, his wife, she did die
Three summers, two winters, two autumns, two springs
Ago; his son, my brother … to him we also had to say goodbye

And so, in painfulness/numbness, I try
To absorb what is truly happening
For in a few short hours, as the precious moments fleet past
At the railway station, lives will separate with departing

That’s it … my childhood family will be no more
With me in this great heartland
The vastness of ocean will separate us
My tears lessen the depth of sand

For as the droplets of deep, deep sorrow
Fall, and will fall enveloping each breath
My childhood sense of security
Once again is broken as in death

The death of a loved one as only you can love
So in love with, that eternity lights it with gold
I know I am mourning; but life, it wills on
‘Tis but another story endless waves will carry as of old

But today is today, it will go away
And I praise God, the Lord’s mercies are new
I don’t know what His mercies will lovingly bring this day
I love Him so dearly … another memory captured through and through

I thank you dear Daddy, I thank you dear Father
Two wonders the Lord has gifted to my life
But still as my earthly love of father crosses distant lands
The thought of separation cuts my heart like a knife

… the clock, it steams forward
And I cannot stop it. Swallowing time, it marches forth
‘Twill soon be that bittersweet moment – say goodbye
A few smiles, bear hugs … for all love’s worth
– – – – – – –
As many read this, the train will have long gone
And my Daddy will be on his way
Back to his beloved earthly homeland
Where his longing thoughts did forever stray

My Dad, he needed to go back … go back
To his ‘childhood’ memories – England
Needed to feel the distant soil once more
Under his restless, battle-torn feet again

I feel like I’ve lost him; but I know it has pained him
Watching others living out his life’s dreams
Yes, it’s so hard to let go, when heart strings do tug so
And childhood presents of mind past, drift away with the streams

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Praying for all who have lost loved ones
All who are losing loved ones
All who have had dreams shattered
All who need hope
Love, understanding, love.
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Psalm 23
‘The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.’ KJV
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1 Corinthians 13:7 Love
‘Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.’ KJV
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Hebrews 13:5
‘… and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.’ KJV
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Heavenly Father,
These last few hours I spend with Dad,
Be glorified Lord,
Hold our hearts in Your hands,
Catch our tears,
Hug us and never let us go,
In Jesus Name,