Perfect Imperfections

Good Evening,

Sorry for the late posting!

I wanted to tell a story in this poem and I hope you like the way it reads. We women often can't fathom what a man sees in us. A man once told me that he loved my perfect imperfections. I didn't get it at the time, but age has taught me the depth in that comment. 

Perfect Imperfections

Perfect imperfections are all that you see,

Looking deep into my eyes and all around me!

Odd shaped breasts… over-sized nose, 

Fuzzy brown hair, the longer it grows. 

Scars on my body from the joys of child birth,

With a wobbly tummy and an over-sized girth.

Now liver spots grow on the back of my hands, 

And I’m no easier now for you to understand.

But my kiss is the same and all that I feel,

From this ageing woman, still sexy and real.

A total contradiction is all that I am, 

But I still have that love... the love of my man!

By Helen Stallard

March 5, 2014