The fishermans widow said be happy you never married a sailor


At his death 

You’d never wish to look at the sea


Not look at the sea? But it’s my blood!

Never again, she mumbled, as she walked away.

I thought well that’s awfully dramatic.

Yes I can imagine the searing pain

At first


It would lessen.

Pain usually does

If we allow it. 

Like it or not

Life goes on.