I'm completely distracted from work by this poem Susan. I keep reading it over and over. I love the way you've painted a picture. Each time I read it I see something else while at the same time notice all the things that aren't there. Who are the girls? Who's the domino opponent? And the last line sort of haunts me "and
victory gardens were all lucky girls might sow." because it reminds me of catching something your Mum says in hushed tones to one of her friends when you're a kid that you nearly understand.