It’s not easy to think about it—as I watch my kids at the ages of six and four and one, unable to take in everything going on around them—should I write on their behalf? But what I am writing is different from what they are living. I can express, for example, how my little daughter was trying to hide from the bombs and then her older brother gave her a thin blanket to hide under. I can describe this in a poem, but I can’t express what it felt like to them to be hearing the bombs while not knowing that this isn’t a game or someone trying to scare you and play with you, but this is about life
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