Little Beth

"Little Beth"

You're perfect, yet

You're imperfect

Your imperfections are what make you perfect.

Your hair may be in disarray

It may never be perfectly centered or straight, 

But still you are beautiful.

There is a dent.

A dent that has been there upon your forehead since as long as I can remember.

It's funny,

That dent gives your character.

What quarrel did you take part in to give you such a dent?

Your smile.

Eleven stitches I count, such an imperfect number,

Yet your smile is pure perfection.

The stitches are not equal, some are longer than others, some are crooked.

Perfect.

You can not stand up right, nor can you sit down.

Your joints won't allow it.

And you may tilt to one side or fall over.

You do it with such grace that it looks as if you planned it that way.

Perfect poses: different every time.

Little Beth,

How perfect you are?

You aren't worn by the troubles of the real world,

Only the troubles of the adventures you've had,

whether to far off lands or to the grocery store.

The life of a doll.

You will always be perfect to me.

Your smile will never change and your scars will never fade.

Your whole story is right there like an open book.

Oh, how I wish some people were like you.  

~S.J. Kveton