Growing With An Empty Hourglass
GROWING WITH AN EMPTY HOURGLASS
Today’s dawn disturbed a dreaming child
She’ll never hold her father’s hand
He clutched an arm ablaze and wild
Leaving him in pieces piled
Lost and left to where they’d land
Yet his baby laughed and smiled
Far too young to understand
Now the future holds her heavy heart
Inheriting time’s weightiest grains of sand
Absence…
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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