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Art, Essays, People, Writing

Grandad Passed Away This Morning

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All images created by Rebekah Marshall’s prompts using AI on Gencraft.com website.

My grandad passed away this morning peacefully in his sleep. He was 92 years old and loved by 5 generations. He got to spend time with his newest great-great-granddaughter about a week ago and still said the prayer for our breakfast 4 days ago. The last few days, he was lost in his thoughts and seemed to be remembering projects and work assignments from many years past, his mind constantly trying to be productive and wrap up loose ends. We kept reassuring him that he could rest. All his hard work was complete and there were no more deadlines to meet.

His belief to the end was that his next waking moment would be in a resurrected body free of pain, reunited with those who passed before him, like his wife (my Mema) who we lost 2 years ago.

I felt like being creative with my grief and made some AI art in honor of Grandad (and Mema.)   

Poetry, Writing

Mini Coke

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(Poem 363 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

https://images.app.goo.gl/GsghpQ8M9DgLccip8

Grandad has a Mini Coke
when he’s craving a soda,
but isn’t really supposed
to be drinking sugary drinks
because he’s diabetic.

They are the perfect size
for Julian, if he’s been granted
permission by his mom
because it is early enough
in the day, he’s eaten real
food, and he’s already had
some water—basically the
stars have aligned and a
sugar bomb is allowed.

But for me, it does not hit
the spot. I feel like Hulk in
that commercial where he
and Ant Man are fighting
over the last Coke and, of
course, they end up sharing
because Ant Man only needs
a drop to be satisfied, but
poor Hulk gets the equivalent
of a thimble full to drink.
What the heck? He needs
a 10-gallon drum of Coke
to quench his thirst.

That’s how silly I feel
drinking a Mini Coke.

@Home Studio – 363rd poem of the year

Runner ups for the Mini Coke photos to accompany my poem:

Poetry, Writing

Ham Sandwich

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(Poem 356 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/VVIet0

When given his druthers,
more often than not,
Grandad chooses a ham
sandwich for lunch.

What about roasted chicken,
beef stew, spaghetti, or pizza?
No, just a ham sandwich
sounds good today.

Honey wheat sliced bread,
no need for toasting,
Kraft, the only mayonnaise,
and ham, no cheese.

Would you like some chips
or a salad on the side?
No, just a ham sandwich
sounds good today.

What about to drink—
iced tea, root beer?
Coke, water, juice, or milk?
His drink choice holds variety.

But if I try to fancy things up,
offer garnish or fruit slices?
No, just a ham sandwich
sounds good today.

@Home Studio – 356th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Ham Sandwich photos to accompany my poem:

AI couldn’t figure out how to assemble the sandwich.

AI was not exactly sure what to do with the mayo. Coca Cola Mayo!!!lol

These actually look really tasty, but Grandad would never eat cucumbers or ask for anything green on his sandwiches.

Floating sandwich.
Sandwich served on a block of wood.
Anime sandwich.
Sandwich tower–how would you eat this thing?

Poetry, Writing

Lawnmower Grandad

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(Poem 104 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/sDAgCl

The lawn must be mowed,
and no one else does it right.
From the porch to the road,
keep the column lines tight.

Outline the driveway on the edge;
hold the steering wheel straight.
Get right up close to the hedge,
and be sure to mow near the gate.

Over time you’ll finish the job,
even if you take little nap breaks.
Use the steering wheel knob
to avoid too many muscle aches.

Someday you’ll have to do the task
of keeping this yard looking neat.
If you can do it without having to ask
for help I’ll know my job’s complete.

@Home Studio – 104th poem of the year

Runner ups for the lawnmower Grandad photos to accompany my poem: