No one is home

seen my Grandpa come back from hospital, many times, knowing absolutely nothing about the people around him or himself...shock treatments back in the day...

Crackers and milk, midnight

snack with Grandpa,

unless,

his nerves were bad...

Reviews

[Tony]

Some will read this poem and immediately grit their teeth in an attempt to squeeze from their mind similar agonies they have known.
Which is the 'thing' with good poetry.

[Norma M Sutton]

A sad state of being. Crackers and milk would be the good memories.