Ruth

She lay still
And listened to him
Complaining all day long.
He went on and on.
In a hurry,maybe.
To finish a soul less song.

And all this while
Memories awoke.
From the ever silent grave.
She'd proved them wrong.
All those who'd said
Love is only for the brave.

She'd had a childhood
Of suppression and abuse.
She never had a say.
She'd grown up
And fallen in love.
Like the others,anyway.

Seasons passed
And times changed.
The clouds shifted from their place.
The moon shone
Upon the black spots
That blotched her graceful face.

We all knew
It would be soon
When she would call it a day.
Thus,with blood clot
Around her throat
Silent and still,she lay.

And her husband
Still complains.
Now faced with the truth.
He looked for the first time.
With love.
Into the lifeless eyes of Ruth.