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Yes into the heart of childhood with the shadow waiting to fall.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 15, 2017 at 6:27 AM
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Vic's Poetry by JessieE
Great poem because of the way it's told, and how it depicts a truth, and the pain of that truth, in contrast with the short amount of peaceful time play, and spent with your mom and seeing her cooking, makes it even stronger. We had chores as children, but I'm sure nothing like those of which you speak. Mom was the buffer, it seems. 
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on October 14, 2017 at 10:00 PM
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heartbreaking and nobody who hasn't grown up a kid on the land understands the chores. I had the best parents in the whole World but there were still chores.
posted by
Kabu
on October 14, 2017 at 6:19 PM
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