I admired your elegance, your flaming red hair, & that white evening dress you so gracefully wore
You had such beauty that men were inspired to capture it with oil on canvas
I would gaze at your photos dreamily as a child
You gave birth to nine children
One was lost along the way
I am sure the scars are there
Buried deep under layers of skin
And a hardened heart
You raised the children on your own
Your drunken abusive husband came & went freely
He didn't decide to stay until he was aged & dying
I always wondered how you did it
Raising eight children with a broken heart
Looking so glamorous through it all
The last time I saw you
Your eyes asked for forgiveness
Your wine stained lips & valium numbed heart
Were quivering & pleading
You clutched my hand with tears in your eyes
And begged me not to leave
Maybe you turned away as your husband beat the children
Maybe your tongue was too lazy with alcohol to speak up in their defense
You hold these secrets so tightly that no one could know
I see how uncomfortable he makes you now
On edge, worried about how the whiskey will change him
Change him into the hateful, bitter son of a bitch he is
And I wonder why someone as beautiful and glamorous as you would take him back
But then again
We always deserve more than what we settle for
Don't we?
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