You are imperfect, permanently, and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful. (Amy Bloom)
Re-frame
My grandchildren’s whiteboard hangs loosely from its frame, pulled too many times by small hands.
Scribbles, playschool, a partial red coverup in green over five, seven, or more years. My oldest granddaughter
frees and cleans the open space. She attaches it to my door. Re-frame. What appears to be broken becomes new.
The new no longer needs approval from outside. It is real, re-framed inside its own white borders.
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