mother, mirror, child
Florets of dandelions still moist with the morning coolness.
A strong faith and clarity of purpose.
A kind of ephemeral time scale.
Yet, the sense of timelessness remains.
Mother.
Mirror.
Child.
Eyes that would sustain them in the time of turbulence and foreboding.
What the novelist Joseph Conrad called the loneliness of every human soul
from the cradle to the …
