Rosemary Sadler 2008
Born York, UK: 02/14/1950
Passed Away: 06/26/2017
Her poem got several replies in prose from friends overseas that were very much appreciated. Today she watches over us all from up above with the Angels …
Seek Not Perfection
can be somewhat of a lonely road
for heavy becomes a heart
as one carries this burdensome load
when we can find that place
where we are simply happy with who we are
release all past mistakes
let healing be done to internal scars
than such joy shall fill us to overflowing
where perfection no longer we need to find
for inside we have become healthy
found peace of mind
if one continues to search for that perfection state
I believe they will always feel lost in this shuffle of life
putting upon themselves truly
acceptance of self is crucial
it is then we find that peaceful place
where no longer
do we feel that through this life we must race.
~Mrs.Wabbit~ Canada, 2008
Perfection is the deep red rose bloom,
Attached to a long stem,
That has healthy, green glossy leaves.
Perfection is a beautiful rainbow,
Forming a bright colourful arc,
Viewed through shimmering rain drops.
Perfection is twinkling stars,
Glittering in a dark velvet sky,
On a cold winter night.
Perfection is a state of peace,
Feelings of joy and goodwill,
Expresssed in a warm smile.