Pretty Picture Frame

The picture remains behind the pretty picture frame:
a man, his leading lady and three babies in tow.
What remained inside the glass that was rose stained
was anguish that not even Jesus wanted to show.

Let's start with the man in the pinstriped suit,
intelligent like Einstein and 32 pearly whites to boot.
Yet, he harbored a nasty habit so he could maintain
the picture that remains behind the pretty picture frame.

He lifted his left fist and struck down with great force
upon his wife's body without an inkling of remorse.
She used makeup to hide away her dulling glow
and silently wept, carrying her three little babies in tow.

She knew one day she would die without the utterance of any word
her blackened tears ignored, her screams gone unheard.
"Why did I stay here with this devil of a man?"
"The fact that no other would bother to supply for you like I can."

With that, he spat in her face totally disgusted
as she wallowed wondering what happened to the man she once loved and trusted.
He shattered her confidence with each deafening verbal blow
instilled her anguish that not even Jesus wanted to show.

Now, as we stand here dressed full in funeral black
we reminisce of her young life that slipped through the crack.
The inner voice that yelped, the bruises that had ached
Had been ignored and forgotten until her untimely death date.

All that is left are regrets, what ifs and maybe's
Who knows what could have blossomed from this abused young lady?
Nevertheless, we must move on and cope with the inkling of shame
knowing that monster who stole her life is looking to refill
that once pretty picture frame.