two sparrows’ worth.

do you remember

that dream?

.

the one that you held so

. tenderly

in your hands.

.

for a long while

you looked at it every day.

. breathing life into it

as often as you could.

.

until,

it got too hard

. to hope

for more.

.

and so,

after a while

you folded it up

. neatly.

like something no longer needed.

.

. but that’s not true.

is it?

.

i know.

.

it might be a bit dusty now.

. forgotten things often are.

.

and

. fuzzy

and

. frayed

around the edges.

.

that book you were going to write.

. remember?

.

that trip,

to see how the light

caresses the lavender fields of

. provence.

.

the marriage,

that has

slowly

stopped

breathing.

.

that house,

with a garden

big enough for children to build dreams in.

.

the

baby,

that you hear

when it’s still, at night.

. not yet there.

perhaps the time was never

. right.

or so you told

your broken heart

with the red moon

of

each

new month.

.

until,

it was safer to put it away.

.

it’s ok.

.

i know that, too.

.

but,

let me tell you

. dust,

is no match for courage.

.

and that’s all you need, really.

. two sparrows’ worth

of wild courage.

.

and

if standing in front

of

that

locked door,

feels hopeless?

. i’ve heard it said that

even if you’re down to your last coin.

.

. especially,

if you are down

to

your

very last coin.

.

. the last

of what you have to give,

often opens heaven’s door.

.

but you have to try.

. there’s no giving up.

.

so, go on, up you get!

.

listen.

do you hear that?

the rain is falling

. softly.

and you,

have some dusting to do.

.

—two sparrows’ worth.

.

.

© Liezel Graham 2019.

.

Photograph by Ricardo Esquivel.

things i teach my son.

things i teach my son:

to honour his sadness

. when it settles in his bones.

to know the value of his tears.

to always give words

to the rain in his heart.

. this,

is my gift to the one

who will love him one day.

.

—things i teach my son.

.

.

© Liezel Graham 2019.

.

.

A familiar poem to some of you, and a very special poem to me. This little poem was recently published in The Scarlet Leaf Review along with three other poems that I wrote last year.

I hope you find it as special as it is to me.

.

.

You can read my other poems at

https://www.scarletleafreview.com/poems25/liezel-graham-poems

.

.

liezel

shackles.

sometimes,

i want to take off my skin,

. and memories,

and fears

. and sin.

.

. and all the things

that i should leave behind,

but won’t.

.

and dive into the water

. where peace

is silent and deep.

.

but i don’t.

.

and i wonder how much regret

weighs,

. and

how long it will take

before i can no longer carry it.

.

—shackles.

.

.

© Liezel Graham 2019.

.

.

Photograph by Peter Fazekas.

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