What does perfection look like?
Rain
Relaxed
Slightly baggy
Comfortable
Long and soft
Pliable
Flexible
A little frayed around the edges
A tiny bit burnt
Just on the tips of hair and noses
Scented in oils
Silver and candlelight
Coffee in bed in the morning
Tea in bed at night
With the door open
A soft breeze
And crickets
Lush green plant profusion that I actually remember to water and tend
Wise dogs heads
Soft brown eyes
Collapsing of furry bodies
Deep contented sighs
Long walks
Runs
A strong body
Health
Just enough wealth
Books to the ceiling
And then some more
Soft rugs
Timber floors
Empty benches
Finally free of “more”
(Except books – always room for more books)
Linen sheets
A touch of red
A slither of silk
The slightest shrug of cashmere
Just one piece of exquisite cloud like texture
To treasure
A deep bathtub
A big motorbike
The ability to laugh
And laugh
And laugh
More things second hand
Patched leather
Favourite things
Precious things
I won’t cling
But I hope they last as long as I do…
Boots beaten and comfortable
Several cool hats
Old jeans
Colourful jangly jewellery
Dangly earings
My hair long enough to pull into a big messy bun
Favourite flats
Bright kimonos, long skirts
That make me feel like a parrot full of feathers
Dashing around my house
Clean floors
Good music
Dancing in the kitchen
Good food
Scrabble games very serious
Long phone calls to my sister
Lunch dates that last all day with my best mate
Giving back to my community
Feeling them give to me
Wide smiles
My husbands wiry chest hairs
The crinkly wrinkles just at the side of his eyes that form star bursts when he smiles
When he smiles at me
Hugs from my sons grown taller broader wider stronger than me
Making me feel small
But loved
So loved
Ocean swims
Red dirt roads
Walking and whistling
Shoulders free of loads
Bare feet on cool wet lawn
Sprinklers
The passing of days
Mornings
Evenings
The long midday
Finding first greys
Rather liking them
Leaving them be
Leaving me be
Loving me
Just the way I am
Forgiven for all my sins
Flaws
Omissions
Finally
Grateful for where I’ve been
What I’ve seen
Who I am
Perfection is ..
Nothing like I imagined
In a younger woman’s skin
