a question walks into my bedroom: what advice would you give to your daughter about life—about love.
i sit with it for a long time.
i had other lives, once.
i don’t hold much in my hands, now.
there are scars. they are old.
i do know this.
you can tell a lot about a man by the things he promises in the dark.
what he remembers in the light, is what you really need to know.
i don’t have a daughter, gave birth to a boy.
my hands are shaping a man.
at breakfast i tell him what i know, anyway.
— what i learnt on a dark road.
© Liezel Graham 2020.
Image by Oana Hodirnau.