Daniel Larson Poet Rhyme

Widow's lament

The sky was changing, winds were blowing free
Three ships were sailing on the open sea
In a small cabin, under the grey skies
A captain's young wife sits alone and cries

She will pray daily that his ship returns
She will walk the shore watching waters churn
Whales sing their songs as migration calls
Gone by the winter, safe from stormy squalls

She goes to the inn, finds the corner chair
She will sit silent, without comfort there
When the hour comes she'll return to home
Crawling into bed, once more all alone

As each ship comes in she stands at the dock
Always dressed the same, in his fav'rite frock
After all have left she turns back to town
Walking ever slow with her head bowed down

One day she'll awake and she'll face the truth
That she has been left to suffer her youth
It's hard to accept that which others know
His ship had gone down some three years ago

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