i slice perfect circles every day
the shape is important
it keeps your world
carrots for your lunch, and
a yellow apple
always the same
they said this would be hard
on my heart, but
here we are
you and i so far up this mountain
that i cannot hear their voices anymore
they didn’t tell me that love
would fall from my hands
without carrying a single word.
— how many ways are there to love?
© Liezel Graham 2019.
Photography by Monicore.
my son eats a handful of foods.
the same ones for years, now.
this is not uncommon in #autism.
initially—in the very early years, just after diagnosis, this scared me.
now, it is who he is.
we have our own language of love.
words are superfluous.