July 31, 2023

GALWAY  BAY

 

I finally got there – Galway Bay,

the waters my mom said, “I could

stick my big toe in every morning.”

Water lapped the big rectangular –

back step – grey flat stone – the

only part of the old grey stone

house that once lived there.

I was alone. I was quiet.

I could hear her say in Gaelic,

“It’s beautiful - but I’m out of here

soon – past the Aran Islands –

just off shore and off to Boston.”

And she did what her mother

wanted to do when she was young –

off to Boston – off to a new life.

 

 

 

© Reflections, Andy Costello