so true are your words
I blush sometimes at your perception
the vision you have, so fine and so in tune
with where you think I am at
my scatteredness
my prattle, which takes up air space
for that is all it often is
a taking up of precious space
of moments in time
you either reach for and take
or let slip by
like you really don’t care
or you shouldn’t go there.
we are but human and we are destined to fall
say the wrong thing
stuff up on a daily basis
but those are often endearing in a bizarre way
and we look for them
we seek them
those identifying remarks
that may us cringe one day
and rejoice in each other another.
Morpethroad 
it is all those little endearing qualities that attracts or sometimes get’s us cross, but that is who we are and for others to like or enjoy them – makes us smile
Thanks Jenny, I do so like the comments you make, very encouraging.
The people who love us best are the ones to whom all our aspects of our personality are endearing. Which does not mean they are blind, just that they love us enough to see beyond the weaknesses.
Exactly, I have often said that the qualities we possess can both irritate the life out of our loved ones and at the same time be our most endearing qualities. Good to hear from you.
Those who really love us, love us despite all our imperfections – perhaps love us *in* our imperfections!
This is a wonderful poem, Michael.
Thank you Jen, I am happy seeing you read my work. Please all again.
I love this…. I’m with Jen – I definitely find that, depending on my mood, I can find my husband’s eccentricities either mildly irritating or utterly endearing. Great words as always.
Thanks Pooky, glad you enjoyed this one.