Grains of Sand

As memories flood in, the clock stands still.
The second hand is helpless.  The deluge
sweeps all that's in its path.  The evening's chill
seeps into every bone, there's no refuge.
His wife, that first shy smile, and then a laugh!
"A boy! Yes, it's a boy!  I'm calling Mom!"
The hospital so helpful, and its staff
so sensitive... No matter, he is numb.
Was it all worth it, ups and downs of note?
His children here, their children matter most...
"Say something..."  But the words die in his throat.
A sob escapes, the wailing of a ghost.
He is no longer here.  His form remains.
The hourglass relents.  Sand falls in grains.