Gen X Poems for Valentine’s Day

Grandma Vi was a prolific artist. She made hundreds of quilts. She found a lot of inspiration in the Amish community. Once she gave my family a quilt and asked me to find the mistake. I couldn’t pick it out but once she did, it’s all I could see — one block was sideways. She told me that some Amish had a tradition to always make one mistake in their quilts because “only God was perfect.” I asked her if she made her mistake on purpose — she laughed and said NOPE!

I wrote these poems year ago. This “haiku” was my favorite. But I realize now that it’s not a Haiku. So yeah, only God is perfect. Ha!