The Happiest Front
Jacque was the happiest of newlyweds on the outside
She dressed fastidiously. Walked with her joyful head up.
She had many excuses. She could never take time to sup.
Her smile helped her pretend she was a well-loved satisfied bride
Jacque was keeping her honest betrayed feelings deep inside.
She was cheery, and happy, keeping in her abject sadness.
Stuck in a battle, she could never hope to win, a madness.
Hoping to help her husband with rage he could no longer hide.
Written Feb 20, 2019
Contest: Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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