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Showing posts from July, 2017

Kitchen Times

Tea-sipping, cookies baking,
laughing until it hurts
knowing the hurts are normal
that perfect is a dream
the Devil laid on me.
Imperfection is holy.
It's how we learn.
White picket fences are cliche
and against the Deed of Restrictions
Mine is the house with a weed-tangled yard
tricycle and garden tools
sitting askew.
Kitchen with hot tea,
fresh cookies
and room for imperfection.

Caution: Perfection

Homes with yards lush and green
screaming behind a door screen
weed-choked yards that give way
to a cup of a tea and a cookie on a rough day

Which of these is yours?
Why don't we all do less
criticizing of the mess
and more knocking on doors?