Perfect Seeing you pictured in younger years You look happier then than as time went on Or at least, less on your mind. The years of stress and all the difficulties I can see how they took their toll. That scene on the beach, Sun shining, smile on your face, You look so peaceful and carefree. How much you have suffered I am now staring to see. Those last years, slowly but surely You would ring your hands more. I am sure you held much pain inside. So much worry and strain, And whilst that was your strength, To carry it all and cope yourself, I fear it was no good for you. Without beating myself up I know I gave you much of that strain. I thank you so much, Right from the depths of my soul For carrying so much of me for so long. You may well have had your faults, As do we all. I hate to think of you as anything less than perfect, And when I remember you I cannot see one fault. To me you will always be perfect