The Perfect Flaw

March 7, 2016

The Perfect Flaw

Alone with the kids,

Working all day.

Love is a battle.

Bills left and right,

Plus the schools always asking.

Love is expensive.

But the look on their faces,

Once we are together.

Love is beautiful.

Joyful pain,

Pure sorrow.

Love from a mother.

The Perfect Flaw.

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