hidden in the trees
the water reflects
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Photo: Dublin, Ireland, c.b.w. 2009.
I’ve shard this photograph previously, but the deeply reflective nature of it seems to fit my recent mood to revisit past experiences. Going to Ireland was never really on my list of places to go, but when Grandma says she wants to go, you go. We shared many beautiful memories marveling at the green hills and taking in the warmth of Irish culture, but there were also challenges as she struggled with ailing health. I’m thankful to have those glimmering moments of love, but ache at the hindsight that comes with knowing what was to come.
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019