She looked at him with blue eyes of silken seas
Across the table a hand on his, intimately.
The gaze was a lovers gaze, fixed on each other
Both laughing and she had a perfect smile that all could see.

He courted her until their marriage day.
Her father dreaded giving her away.
She kept the house neat and gave birth to a son.
The perfect couple, everyone would say.

Work got hard, and his job was being given away.
They were shipping it to India, as they do these days.
He started drinking to ease the pain of not being able to pay all the bills.
She started feeling ignored and started taking prescription pills.

Every day they would remember the days when no worries existed.
They forgot to live in the moment and be grateful, slowly aging.
Life never stood still and it never will.
This "perfect couple" now argued and fought, sometimes raging.

It was never their dream for him to be unemployed.
They should have been overcome with their son's joy.
It wasn't meant for them to stay together through all of their strife.
Just as they became married, no longer were they man and wife.

She looked across the table at me through creased, aged eyes.
I looked back at her with my sweetest smile.
My mother reached across the table and grabbed my hand.
Now as I hear her story, I can finally understand.