Hourglass Poem by Cee Bea

I watch
as the sand slowly runs through her hourglass
reminding me of my own finite time on earth.
    
                 Starting full, seemingly endless,

 the years flow, gently morphing your view
  as the grains gently rain down into the pool that is your legacy.
its then you notice the bottom
seems to be gaining on the top

           Each grain, as small as it is 
becomes more and more precious
           as you wonder about every moment spent,  
what the pool of time contains, of each grain making up the whole that is you
 as you grasp for time 
hoping to color over the errors in your self portrait

         Somber self-fulfilling prophecy
                 shakes you to the core
you're eyes widen as well as a view of the horizon
determined to not let a single grain fall without realizing the true beauty 
and absolute importance of every moment.

  You become transfixed on your imminent demise
 left in a trance watching, until
                               She walks up, grabs the hourglass,  
with a knowing and innocent smile flips it over,
 gently kissing your cheek.

In one innocent 'Love ya Dad' 

everything seems ok