Fairmont Crossing Nursing Home
let us bring in a rocking chair,
old radio, pair of dungarees,
with back pocket comb.
Solid food stopped
shortly after, as
Grandpa was aspirating.
Radio seemed a rudder
to his mind, long ago
lost down river.
In the unsettling evening
during visiting time,
old recording of Hee Haw:
Roy Clark, Buck Owen,
corny cornfield jokes
strum of banjo and guitar,
donkey braying.
Hee Haw,
paper on comb,
I played along.
Grandpa’s smile,
ear-to-ear,
last I ever saw.
© 2023 | K. Hartless
GloPoWRiMo #5 Begin by reading Charles Simic’s poem “The Melon.” It would be easy to call the poem dark, but as they say, if you didn’t have darkness, you wouldn’t know what light is. Or vice versa. The poem illuminates the juxtaposition between grief and joy, sorrow and reprieve. For today’s challenge, write a poem in which laughter comes at what might otherwise seem an inappropriate moment – or one that the poem invites the reader to think of as inappropriate.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
mr dad and i liked doom and gloom
pfft you was gone~
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My family watched Hee Haw together back then, so much fun! Great memories. ❤️☺️
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Yes. My grandparents were fans and it always made us laugh.
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beautiful write! 💗✒️💗
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Thank you, Tricia. I had a moment in mind as soon as I read the prompt. I was just grateful for the time to write it.
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Wonderful eerie descriptions of nostalgia, K! Paints such a memorable scene 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. It’s a memory I will always have. I’m glad I could sort-of capture it in words.
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Love it, great memories here too! 🤗
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Thank you, Tiff. 💜
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