Throughout Scandinavian shores there are statues called ‘the Fisherman’s Wife.’ They show a woman reaching her hand out to the horizon, in honor of all the fishermen lost at sea, as well as honoring the wive’s whom they left behind. This poem is based on the statue I saw in Norway.
She stood alone at water’s edge,
holding strong her lifetime pledge.
‘Til death do us part’ were the words,
echoing round her head.
The clouds were low and water wild,
winter winds reviled.
Out of sight, out of sound,
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