Perfection

Perfection

Don't you love how my house smells?
The breeze gently moves the lace curtains
and carries the scent of lilacs from the garden.
But something is amiss.

Do you notice the splendor of my house?
The furniture shines, and the doilies are exquisite.
The hardwood floors glisten.
But all is not right.

Do you see how perfect my house is?
You can eat off the kitchen floor if you like.
The countertops are sanitized and immaculate.
But things are not as they seem.

My yard would make a fine magazine cover.
The lawn is mowed to just the right height.
The flowerbeds abound with color and fragrance.
But don't be fooled.

Can anyone see past the perfection?
Does anyone dare to look?
Are there ears to hear the pain and despair?
Will someone please see the truth?


Pat Nelson
November 4, 2008
Revised September 8, 2012