2 poems to Perfection: 1, by marge and 2. by Brianne Broughton.

Oh! My Baby.

I look at you, you look at me.

What do you see?

I see you are perfect,

I have to check your tiny toes

I check your tiny fingers,

Your fingers grasp mine.

You open your eyes,

They are blue, intensely blue

Staring at me, deciding I am

Your mummy.

Oh! My baby.

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Brianne Broughton Nov 2014

Perfect Imperfection

Stop striving for perfection.

It can never be reached.

Perfections is…

     Illusionary,

           Irrelevant,

                     &

                 inevitably uninteresting.

My dear,

You are perfect

In every single imperfection you have.