He sits on the worn sofa, beer in hand,
watching the light from the TV flicker,
face blank and emotionless;
She sits in the other room,
flipping through Redbook magazine,
reading about the latest ways
to entice your man.
She puts on her new nightie,
and walks past the TV slowly,
gently swaying her hips, smiling,
and he tells her to move
out of the way.
Tears well up,
as she goes into the bathroom,
and puts her flannel gown back on,
wondering what is wrong with her.
She goes back into the room
with the blank face and the flickering TV,
and pretends to watch a show
as she dreams of being in someone's arms.
And when he leaves for work the next day,
she puts on her new dress and her heels;
She brushes her hair until it gleams,
applies the lipstick that he never notices,
and goes out,
craving a glance,
needing validation that she is still pretty.
And as she sits alone
sipping a coffee , she looks up
and sees someone looking at her;
He smiles,
and in a moment, her worries are erased;
Her heart pounds,
and she feels a fearful exhileration;
She smiles back, and she isn't surprised
when he walks over to her table
and sits down, cup in hand.
And as her husband works
and wonders what's for dinner
and what's on TV,
she talks to someone
who seems to care what
she has to say,
someone who seems to enjoy
looking at her, and hearing her laugh.
In those few moments,
everything changes
for many people,
and all it took was a smile.


Comments: 22
Good write.
"...needing validation that she was still pretty..." I know that one all too well. In sixteen years of marriage, my ex never one single time told me that I looked nice or that I was pretty. And I look back now and see that I really was pretty. During that time I thought there was something wrong with me; that I must be ugly or stupid or fat.
Thank you for putting this into such a clear picture. It happens to so many of us.
Very nicely done, as usual!
Thanks God im Lucky to have my husband around like a bee all the time..lol