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Footprints in the Sand
by Jeb Bensing
The memories are imprinted on my mind,
Just like footprints in the sand,
Washed away with an evil hand.
Forever gone in a destitute land,
Always searching for what is mine,
Having to realize,
Decadence is never kind.
The rain gently lands on my face.
Some events are on the tip of my tongue,
They have a simple taste.
Some are worth remembering,
Others are just a waste.
I close my eyes,
My mind thinks with all of its might,
Vague images come to sight.
It can take a touch or,
A simple smell to rekindle that thought,
You once knew so well.
The memories can come and go,
Just like those prints in the sand.
Slowly fading away,
Out of reach from your hand.
No longer able to reminisce,
Getting lost in search of those thoughts,
That you have sadly missed.
- Fading Memories
In April of 1997, my Grandpa had passed after five years of slowly losing his memories. I was desperately trying to understand, as well as come to terms with my Grandpa’s deteriorating health.
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