Perfectly Imperfect
A poem inspired by Kristen Bell
There’s nothing funny or interesting about perfection,
but there is something extraordinary about the rose that grows
in the cracks of a city sidewalk,
the chip in your grandmother’s favorite teacup,
the way your spouse leaves an imprint on the sheets
on their side of the bed,
something mesmerizing about the laugh lines
around your mother’s eyes
and the silver in your father’s hair
and the scar on your forehead from when you fell
out of a tree as a kid,
something encouraging about the people
who came from nothing and built something,
who had a vision and kept going,
who received too many rejection letters to count
before they made the art
or the song
or the product that you cannot live without;
something powerful about the way two souls
can find one another in a mess of humans on this crazy earth
and choose to love one another
and stick together
and stay with each other,
imperfections and all.
