There were gifts & expectations.
There were smiling, all aglow.
We had installed our hesitations.
From the well of need know.
Mom said, “You never look a gift horse.”
She just knew who she could trust.
They nodded yes, “Of course, of course.”
From the thicker upper crust.
I just couldn’t get the patter.
I just had to be that kind.
And in the end, it doesn’t matter.
The gifts are sometimes there to find.