I am Confused at First
Why do you do so much extra?
I stared at the man, not understanding
You did this, that, this, that, and this…he said
I continue to be confused.
People don’t do all this extra stuff for other people, he told me.
A lightbulb flashes blue in my brain.
He is from the city
I am from a small town
He does not know what a small towner will do for a complete stranger.
We collect money for funerals, give birthday, anniversary and engagement cards.
We plan baby showers and wedding showers.
You can call us for a ride to and from wherever.
If you need a cake, we will bake it.
It you need shoes, come home with me and pick some out.
My smalltown roots will never leave me, even now that I live in a city.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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