Wow. Truly immersive, I was caught in it almost immediately. I can smell the onions and ground beef in the pan, frying, and sense Mom's shadow in the entire piece.
I love the "bridges burned make every cloud a storm." Timely and poignant, an evocative poem that recalls the joys of timeless youth, yet portends the future that play wars portend. Thank you for sharing this piece!
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