I was away on a raid,
Knew nothing of your fate.
In gold coins I was paid,
Arrived home much too late.
Now I mourn at your grave,
My beautiful wife.
The child you gave,
Ended your life.
I hold here in my arms, our little boy,
Whose blue eyes remind me of you.
I'll raise him well, give him much joy,
And tell him of the mother that he never knew.
Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2012.
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection !