Imperfections can create regret and frustration, disappointment and sorrow. But they also create masterpieces of memory. Life is a knitted blanket, and with each dropped stitch, each flaw, comes a new story to tell. My poem is told from the perspective of an old, weathered book, speaking to a young child. Every imperfection the book has is a whisper of the past, and a glimpse of the future. Each moment in time is illustrated with tears, creases, and faded words. Imperfections surround us. And with each imperfection, comes the gift of a new memory, a story waiting to be told.
