Lenny Lee Fest

You've probably seen his icon around the internet. You can't help but smile when you see this ray of sunshine. So today, to bring some extra happiness to this awesome 11-year-old, I'm posting a poem that my son's class recited last year for Mother's Day.

As far as I know, the author is anonymous. I love the simplicity of this poem. We spend so much time striving for perfection when really, there is beauty to be found in life with all it's flawed imperfections. Lenny Lee is one of those people who looks on the bright side of everything, who brings me joy every time I get a comment or an email from him. If you've never visited Lenny's World before, here's the link: http://lennys-world.blogspot.com. He's an amazing writer, he loves animals and he loves to share hugs.

I hope you like the poem, Lenny. Thank you for all the smiles you bring. ((Giant hugs))

Queens and Kings of Imperfection

We are queens and kings.

It might not seem
Like we are queens and kings,
But look carefully
    And see,
Gloriously crowned,
Beautifully inept,
Marvelously imperfect,
Queens and Kings of Imperfection.

We leave perfection
To the few
    Who seek
        what cannot be attained.
    Who desire
        what cannot be given,
    Who yearn for
        what cannot be achieved.

And we accept
    Our crowns of imperfection.

We offer this crown to you,
For it is the crown of truth
    And joy
    And laughter,
    And wonder,
    And freedom
    From the tyranny
    Of trying to be
        What can never be,
            was never meant to be,
                and will never be.

Wear your crown with joy
And rein with the freedom to:

Run in the wind,
But come last in the race.

Write poetry,
Without any need to publish.

Dance,
With neither grace nor rhythm.

Sing opera,
Without a tune.

Play baseball,
But never hit a home run.

Teach,
But not perfection.

And love,
    Not just the best in you,
    But the sad, weak, discouraged,
    And sorry parts, too.

It might not seem
Like we are queens and kings,
But look carefully
    And see,
Gloriously crowned,
Beautifully inept,
Marvelously imperfect,
Queens and Kings of Imperfection.