I can catch the smell of the mustard spilled on white blouse, as well as the color contrast, very sensory grabbing. THe ending wiht pride - for country? for family? keeps me thinking. The whole piece has the lighting of memory. Well done.
I'd be sloshing mustard right along with you, except for this very reason I seldom wear white anymore LOL!
Sounds like an All-American celebration. Happy 4th!
As a South African I never really understood this holiday until recently, your poem paints the celebrations so beautifully.
Great use of all the senses to paint your 4th of July word picture, Judy!
Sounds like some great memories! I BBQ'd as well. :)
You really have captured the spirit of the 4th of July in this poem, Judy. I can picture it!
:-)! Have missed you!
What a wonderful stone for July 4. For some reason I like the part about the mustard!
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