Just the poem today. No explanation or emotional backdrop. Except to say that it's by the wonderful Seamus Heaney.
The Wishing Tree
I thought of her as the wishing tree that died
And saw it lifted, root and branch, to heaven,
Trailing a shower of all that had been driven
Need by need by need into its hale
Sap-wood and bark; coin and pin and nail
Came streaming from it like a comet-tail
New-minted and dissolved. I had a vision
Of an airy branch-head rising through the damp cloud,
Of turned-up faces where the tree had stood.