Mona Lisa

She smiles,
A small, lilting smile.
Is she happy?
She looks happy
She acts happy.
But life is not a mirror.
There is always another side.
Life is a crystal ball.
All is not as it seems.
The smoke swirls
And clouds the truth.
I see a smile in the smoke.
Her mother sees laughter within the ball.
Her father sees brilliance and changes.
She sees pain.
A deep,
Hidden pain.