Not far away from where I sip my morning coffee,
sits a fairy reading her book,
When I first saw her sitting on a shelf in a store,
I knew immediately I wanted her.
On the other side there is a big broken piece that is cracked,
the ticket said final sale
to me she was perfect,
to others she was broken,
I did not care I knew I would just have her face the other way.
So some mornings as I sip my coffee,
I glance over her way,
and it is as if we share a secret
knowing that we are not perfect.,
but that in our imperfections,
we can still just be,
and still be whole.
Some days it would be nice if someone
would just turn me in a different direction,
No matter which way I face,
north, south, east or west,
I will face every day
and make it my Very Best!