Devoted

by Janice Canerdy

Each day from dawn till late at night,
she only wished to do his will.
She would be worthy in his sight.

Her love for him was at its height.
It kept her warm in winter’s chill
each day from dawn till late at night.

She knew her prince was always right.
Obeying was a cherished thrill.
She would be worthy in his sight.

She cooked and cleaned with all her might,
for there was never time to kill
each day from dawn till late at night.

They’d never passed insult or slight.
His every wish she would fulfill.
She would be worthy in his sight.

The hurtful truth then came to light.
His love for her had tempered; still,
each day from dawn till late at night,
she would be worthy in his sight.