The Hourglass is Out of Sand
I sat here as you left me
I felt the tears start to form
One by one they ran down my face
But it didn't matter because you were gone.
They hit the floor each time
like shattering crystals of what use to be.
I picked the pieces of shattered dreams off the floor
and gazed into the memories
By Jacqueline Kintner
Written for the passing away of my mom in 2003
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