A Fisherman’s Daughter, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Is there another life besides the sea,
Where we forever toil from dawn to dusk?
Our fine garments of silk shall never be,
Special meals are served with pieces of rusk.
Monsters beyond the horizon do live,
Toying with imprisoned ships with each scend.
Water, the enemy holds all captive,
Giving to us only what it shall send.
Without these nets there’d be but little chance,
To survive in this vast watery scape.
As I mend the waves hold me in a trance,
Clutching me tight impeding my escape.
If to leave my heart would be deeply torn,
With no fam’ly caress I’d be forlorn.
A Fisherman’s Daughter was painted by Jules Breton in 1876. He was a 19th-century French Realist painter who was captured by the beauty of natural wonders. He also did significant works of every day life. In my poem I do not single out the life of a fisherman but life as a general statement and answer the question why should I day here?