The Statue Pt. 3

It’s been 25 years since I’ve been to Norway.

The boys wanted to see their ancestor’s homeland.

We walk the countryside.  I fall in love with it again.

If only I would’ve stayed all those years ago.

We walk to where I first saw the statue.

Sitting on a small bench, I tell my 24 year olds the story.

They listen, but I see their eyes, they think I’m crazy.

As they walk back to the hotel, I know I can’t go home.

I turn, there he is.

Torvald is waiting for me.

Our twins will have to return alone.

That’s it for now, although I have a part 4 in my head.

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