Perfect
Perfect
You think you’re doing it all right
with these beautiful, perfect kids.
Down at seven, up at eight,
kale chips and apple slices,
(no added sugar), Mozart and Bach,
organic cotton onesies, SPF 100,
ponytails and bows.
Suddenly it’s all over,
and you realize, ,
you could have served them cotton candy pie,
filled their bottles with chocolate,
you should have left the soles of their feet black,
their curls thick and matted.
How could you know all they needed was you,
with a clear eye and a strong heart
and a wish to be brave?
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