Thicker Upper Crust

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.

Dennis Mantin

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