I know life is not perfect

But I hope...

A piece of my dress, ain’t that pattern lovely!

Happy new month!

February got me excited because I promised myself I would buy me a book of poems. It has been a while since I have thought about or practiced poetry. I had a hundred of poems when I was younger, during my mid-teen years it was all I wanted to write. Maybe it’s time I start again, to see what my 20ish poems would tell my teen poems. So here is that leap!

I know life is not perfect, but I hope…

I know life is not perfect,

but I hope the window in your room

declares how the moon looks at you like a groom.

I know life is not perfect,

but I hope you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket

for you to click the text open, “Dinner this Friday, promise to make it happen.”

I know life is not perfect,

but next time you drink hot cocoa,

I hope it kisses the parts of you that are still sore.

I know life is not perfect,

but I hope when you see a sunflower,

you believe you’re worth a thousand colors.

Not just a dry palette of grey ,

But kaleidoscopes and rainbow showers.

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