Polished Perfection

Sat polishing the silver cutlery

till in them she sees her own reflection.

This dinner was to be a luxury,

it would have to be utter perfection,

impervious to mother’s inspection.

The rest of the family wouldn’t mind

should she feel herself to fast food inclined.

 

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