Perfectly Imperfect
A poem

The warm sand under my feet
Reminded me of summers
When we would go to the beach as a family
You boys would play in the water with your dad
While I would sit under an umbrella
Reading a book or taking a nap
We appeared to have it all back then
Good looking couple
Good looking kids
House, car, friends
No one ever knowing
That our happiness was not as it seemed
That we were living with appearances
While underneath it all
We were falling apart
© 2020 Pamela Simmonds. All rights reserved.
Pamela Simmonds writes from a quintastic perspective about her life experiences as a woman over 50 at her website www.aquintasticperspective.ca . She divides her writing time between blogging, developing fictional stories and writing a collection of memoir stories describing her colourful and often challenging life.
