Picture Perfect

In all those pictures
I'm smiling, bright eyed;
my knees are scraped
from doing the things I loved:
climbing trees,
riding bikes,
and running shoes;
my cheeks, cherry red,
and cute, comfortable clothes.
Those pictures, are, well... picture perfect.
They don't appear broken
or cracked
or shattered;
the colors are bright,
not blue,
not black;
there is no grief,
no pain,
no fear,
in those eyes-
no tears that miss,
no silence that haunts,
no heart that broke;
there are no crashes,
tragedies,
experiences
in that smile-
only happiness,
faith, hope, love-
joy, peace, beauty-
picture perfect.

IDOMAD, 2009