My little piece of imprefection

Fighting streaming from upstairs.

Piles of laundry everywhere

Dirty dishes in the sink

I want to scream, then stop and think.

 

Of all the places that I’ve been,

Of all the people met therein,

The three that are a part of me

Are in the chaos, a perfect dream.

 

Each new challenge met today

Makes me smile in a certain way,

As delightful as a sweet confection

My little piece of imperfection.