I think your poem speaks to something very true Willow. There is a definite compression in the air in these times (and for many for a very long time before this). But especially today, there is the feel of the walls pressing in, everything is hunkering down trying to find a safe place to live in. This is no way for human beings to live. -Curt

In our house it was the threat of having our mouths washed with soap if we cursed. And it only took one mouth washing to guarantee obedience to this rule. Very cool poem for day 7 of poetry month Willow -Curt

My cousin told me to say a word in front of my mother, and I didn’t know what it meant and I got slapped. Never said that again. haha at least not to her.