Though doubts lingered in her mind,
littering her consciousness,
she loved him for the man he would be
when he repented of his
great, misplaced, confused love for their children,
who remain silent as lambs.
The marriage comes first,
their little white church says,
even as the mending of the marriage,
the constant tearing and re-stitching,
rend the children like rag dolls
at the feet of a hungry dog.
“It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.” Luke 17:2