Linda Xiao Poet Couplet

Still Perfect

Dinner with my dad
Eating everything we had
Set out on the table
Talking about the label
'Memories of me'
And I confessed to be
And that I used to think
Without hesitation of a blink
I thought I was more
Than perfect to the core
Than everyone around me
But right now I can see
That it is not the case
For there is still enough space
Inside for imperfection
If I should lose to temptation
But my dad looks at me
And says so earnestly
His words forces my doubts to bow
"You are perfect even now."

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Carol Eastman February 25, 2012 at 9:12 AM Heartfelt words... Your father is perfect to see that...

Brontë Morris February 18, 2012 at 1:09 PM Wooow. This one is GORGEOUS. I love it so much Linda!!!! It's really beautiful and has so much emotion to it. It gave me the shivers.

Dinda Minardi February 18, 2012 at 8:36 AM Such a great writing you have here. A touching story bout your doubtness and your Dad's support. My Dad, he would never say about a thing, but in his eyes I know what he tries to say. That's like somehow a connection between Dad and his children. Enjoyed this a lot. Is that you in the picture? If so, you look very young with such a big talent. Dinda Linda Xiao February 18, 2012 at 12:10 PM aw, thanks!!! my dad sometimes can be a pain in the butt, but he's the more supportive of my parents...i usually go to him more than my mom...usually. and yes, that's me!!! but i think part of the reason i'm good at poetry is because i loved and started writing poetry at a young age, maybe 9 or 10. i always thought they're cool. glad someone liked it!!! :D

Leo Larry Amadore February 18, 2012 at 8:10 AM I enjoyed your piece this a.m. - an affectionate and gentle look at family life.

Cindy Lu February 18, 2012 at 7:51 AM aww. sweetie, my Dad was different, but they are our lighthouse to teach us the way. I enjoyed your poetry so much this morning. Sincerely, Miss Cindy Lu Cayton