She Can'T Give Up

a modified villanelle Each day from dawn till late at night, she lived to do her husband's will and to be worthy in his sight. To please him was her sole delight that kept her warm despite the chill each day from dawn till late at night. She felt sure he was always right. Submitting was a cherished thrill. Could she be worthy in his sight? She cooked and cleaned with all her might, but loving praise from him was nil each day from dawn till late at night. In spite of each cold, thoughtless slight, his every order she'd fulfill-- yet be unworthy in his sight. The hurtful truth had come to light; he'd ceased to love and want her; still, each day from dawn till late at night, she strove--unworthy in his sight. August 5, 2020 entered in the Strand Completely New (17) Poetry Contest