Poetry Workshop Freewrite 2

I remember a shadow under a spotlight
and wiping away the thought with the sweat on my brow.
I remember encountering the after thought, Reality.
I remember that after that afterthought, I thought of the memories I should've soon been remembering.
I remember my Grandmother's face
resembling the face of my old PC rendering and I remember
remembering how rare my old locomotive slowed up.
I remember remembering afterthoughts like counting sheep before I went to sleep.
I remember not remembering my dream because I was too busy remembering, fathering afterthoughts.
I remember making several phone calls
until the operator had to stop me
and it no longer rang at all.
I remember my Grandmother's face.
Then. And I thought.
Remember,
Fathers are just after thoughts.