Sand in my hands

Sand In My Hands
Thoughts and memories of the past
Seep out of my brain
Like sand escaping
My once strong
And calloused hands.
What is this
Shiny pointed object
In my hand?
Who are you?
Where are we at?
You tell me all the answers
But I still don't know
What is going on.
Who are these tall
Children with sad blue eyes?
Where are my tiny grandbabies?
Where are my sons?
The tall blond haired boy is Hotrod?
No.
Impossible.
There's Katelynn in her little red dress.
No.
Wait.
That's just someone who looks like her.
Who's Emma?
Oh, her.
Kate's little sister?
I can get up.
Don't touch me lady.
I am fine on my own.
I am all alone.
Thoughts and memories
Seep from my brain
Like sand escaping
Hands that hold it tight.

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