Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Lee’s Legos
Chasing Lee was fun.
That’s why they did it.
He had angry eyebrows
And threw bright Legos
At the chasers, landing upon
Grey, tar bubble, suburban
Streets…The Converse Kids
Smashed them to bits
With the intensity of their running
Until Lee’s red front door
Slammed into place, a plastic brick
Within his blue glowing home
They returned to the rules
of whiffle ball and hollow bat
Involving tops of trees, curbs
Telephone wires and mailboxes.
Rules… not involving Lee…
Who never, strangely, cried
Like I cried, ever, so strangely.
The pieces were picked up
By morning, by an invisible mom.
Occasionally a lone Lego would
Pop up during a rainstorm
Lodged against brown leaves
Neon yellow against a grate.
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Elan Mudrow 
Yes, I wrote it. Thanks.
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Did you write this? I love this and the imagery you paired with it.
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I loved this.
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The photos go so well with the poem!! Good job!
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Wow so thought provoking
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Such cruelty can make one stronger, but unfortunately often also leaves a wound that may not be noticeable to anyone but the one wounded. And sometimes those are wounds only God can heal thoroughly. A very sad piece but written very well.
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Love the bottom photo. Sad that children can be so unkind to others.
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Gloriously beautiful Élan …and the photos so touching ! Love , megxxx
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This made me sad for Lee and for the writer who strangely cried even though Lee did not.
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Great pictures and verse, took me back to my childhood in the East End of London, this could have been my street.
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Intriguing…
The strength of one to stand up against yet not fight back the weakness of many cohearsed by peer pressure to be unkind. Kids can be cruel but I bet Lee’s character building escapes will no doubt prepare him for future life challenges. He will stand out just as he did in this story. He’s a survivor 🙂
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Props indeed.
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Another great work, Elan. I can sympathize with the struggles Lee had with his peers, but I see strength in that he did not cry about it. He knew that they had no part of his world. Plus, props to the invisible mom picking up the pieces. At least someone cares.
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love, love, love
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Great! I love how there are no adults present. Look at the 2 year old being taken care of an older sibling. Frequently, you raised yourself.
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Love this. And reminds me of my son’s Lego days.
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Kids can be so cruel….beautiful piece.
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Wow !
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Love the way you relay this story…
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thought provoking, intriguing…I love it!
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