She gives her all,
ALL the time.
She expects nothing in return...
Because she’s never gotten anything.
She believes every word he says,
In her eyes he can do no wrong.
She cries herself to sleep thinking of her blight,
Once again, he didn’t come home last night.
She doesn’t ask why or where he was...
Those questions get answered with slaps and shoves!
Kicks, cuss words and unbelievable pain...
It’s imperative she have his dinner ready & hot,
But he throws it away, saying “I liked it, NOT”!
She feels so weak and SHE IS…
Because she continues,
To open the door for him …
But she won’t let God in!
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