Found Objects I: Plastic Hourglass

The children have moved out.
I’m gradually cleaning up the flotsam
and jetsam of childhood.
I pick up a plastic hourglass with
blue caps and I hear her laughter
in the distance as the last grain of sand
dropped into the bottom and I lost
the game again, the one she beat me
at many times over many years.
It doesn’t matter which one.
I turn it over again and watch
the white sand drizzle down
wondering at how time passes,
I hear her laughter in the kitchen;
she is done with such silly games.
In any case, now she would beat me
fair and square.