Sands of Time

SANDS OF TIME My child the struggler- Half-buried, sand-holer From fractious family. Each christmas hollowly Joyless in the cold Tracks in the snow, A pointless journey A useless straggler My boy filled the void, Though almost destroyed. Controlling with care And knowing when and where Trying to survive In that world half-alive My man's half-drowned In the sand pit around. My wife seeks my pain As each running grain Pours back, fills the hole. She rescues my soul.