It seems appropriate that my first poem that came to be written is for caregivers who, without recognition, are saving our future generations with their humanity.
Imperfections
We dance the imperfect dance.
We trip over our toes,
Waltzing to the Samba.
Four step trot or Cha Cha Cha
It’s still the 1 2 3 step
To whatever plays the music.
Perfect in our imperfections.
We miss doctor’s appointments,
Wash yesterday’s dishes today.
We leave towels in the washer
Stiff and dry, unlike ads from Downy,
In the morning after.
We are so perfect in our imperfections,
There is green fluffy mold atop yogurt,
Wilted lettuce, dehydrated onions –
That no longer bring tears.
Spam and Campbell soup cans
Expired dates like former Exes.
We take our screams
To the tangerine trees
Who spread their branches knowingly
Offering us fruits beyond expectations.
We are caregivers,
Perfect in our imperfections.
FHK January 4, 2020