I Want A Perfect Family Poem by Babalola Jubril

For me and for myself,
I have suffered consciously,
For where I was reared,
When my parts are joined,
Where my pieces are enjoined,
Where my soul pieces are gathered together,

And I was made perfect,
But in an imperfect way,
That has landed me into tribulations,
I become solely responsible for my problems,
For who I am,
And for who I am to be,

That's my family,
My mother is there; now lives in the earth,
My dad nowhere to be found,
Living in a new family,
With my brothers; timi, dele and sunmbo,
Had a sister, idunu,
A daughter of my foster mother,

I believed it's perfect,
But It's imperfect with everything,
Our attitudes; indifference about ourselves,
It maybe perfect,
But there is no perfect family,
Perfection is not an ability,
It's a developing trait,
There is no perfect family,
Management is the key to a perfect family.