Here I wait
blue skies
or gray
Loyal friend
patient
and true
Missing you
come home
safe, sound
A very friendly dog waiting at the open gates of a dairy farm near Limerick, Ireland.
Photo by: c.b.w. 2009
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I apologize for the delay in this week’s Sunday Abroad. This weekend was spent remembering my Grandma and being with family. I don’t mind giving up a little writing time to be with those I love, especially when I haven’t seen some of them in such a long time. While a sad time for all of us, it was also a time filled with laughter as we enjoyed each other’s company.
The photograph above was a favorite of my Grandma’s. When we were in Ireland together we got the chance to spend the day at an Irish dairy farm. She loved everything about that place and had so much fun that day. The dog in particular made her smile, so I made sure I got a picture of him for her.
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c.b.w. 2012
Love the photo and the poem. So true. The message about your grandma just made it that much better. Thank you for sharing so much.
I’m sure I’ll be sneaking in little memories wherever I can. She was a big part of my life and I intend to keep it that way!
How cute! Love the poem too.
Thanks!
Wonderful picture and poem. All the more meaningful since my Loyal Friend passed Dec. 5th
Oh Cheryl, I am so sorry.
Such a sweet memory. . . How wonderful that you and your grandma could share Ireland together.
I’m glad I got to share one place overseas with her. No matter what, Ireland will always make me think of her.
I know that dog! Her name is Colleen…Grandma loved her:)
Ha! I thought you might remember her – I’m so glad you know her name!
What a great memory! I like the picture. So much to be said with the dog, open gates, and rolling hills.
Ireland really was a beautiful place – those rolling green hills were my favorite part.
From the title of your post, I had a completely different picture in my mind! I was thinking Limerick as in the verse, not the place! You presented a much nicer picture and poem than I came up with! lol
Haha!
It crossed my mind to write a Limerick about Limerick, but I’ve never been very good at that poetic form. 