Again she worried,
As she hurried,
To the stairs,
With raising hairs,
On top of goose bumps,
Joined by lumps in her throat.

Again she heard,
Every single word,
Of bitterness and hate,
In the evening late,
She wished she could make right,
This gut-wrenching fight.

Again she lies down,
With a terrible frown,
The end is near,
That's what she fears,
As she fell atop the steps asleep,
All the fearful night she did weep.

The end came in five years,
And blameful she felt with many tears...again.