Messy perfection...

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Through kisses in the here and now
laundry loads and baked goods interspersed
questions arise of depth, and need.

Quick embraces between carpool and shopping
each touch a reaffirmation of love and care,
questions arise of intangible certainties and the conflicting now.

Warm and reassuring, you hold my hand, as we pick out more "stuff",
together we're in this, for sure, and yet,
questions arise of childhood dreams and unvarnished beliefs.

I see you walk, a slight hunch, a bald spot,
You see me waddle a bit, hair a mess,
dreams of perfection seldom had frames showing the passage of time.

Perfection apparently, includes ketchup stained jammies
and your shirts draped over walnut dining chairs,
Humanness perhaps, the only quality our hopes lacked.

Now we'll aim for more instances
of perfection, instances close to youthful yearning and belief
With messy interludes that make it worth so much more.

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  1. how well you describe the process---the on-going saga of the "perfect love story" with a prince on a white horse riding off into the sunset with us.....or something like that....
    the good stuff...the things I call ordinary sacredness like stained pj's and ketchup...that is what makes life extraordinary---even if it isn't perfect....very very nice.....this really pulls me in with warmth, with love, with appreciation for your life...thanks for sharing...

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  2. Oh, Anne, this was wonderful! I've come to the conclusion that perfection IS the every day moments rather than what we would otherwise consider perfect.

    I've noticed that my husband is getting bald and we are both starting to look a little older, but this is really what I dreamed of when we got together so many years ago.

    Thanks for sharing your beautiful writing!

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    1. Karen, thanks for stopping by :-) I'm only just making peace with the thought you mention. The dream I hoped for had very little room for life. Like i said, it was all frozen frames of perfect bliss. The in between moments seemed unnecessary to consider. But they really are what make the rest worthwhile aren't they? Hugs...here's hoping for the best for your hubby and you.

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  3. Pam, thank you for that. It does take an enormous effort on my part though...that prince on a white horse scenario with me being the perfect complement always haunts me. haunts...again...because life is nothing like it. Then I end up having to alter my definitions! Hugs...

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