it was enough this morning
that there were fresh apricots
on the kitchen table
a bowl of soft-skinned light
juice running down my chin as i ate, but then
i turned around
to hear my name
walking hand-in-hand
with the word
love
my hands now so full of the goodness, this gift
that the fragrance has not left my mouth all day.
— a quiet gift
© Liezel Graham 2020.
Image by Sophie Vinetlouis
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a poem about quiet gifts.
liezel graham 
So lovely Liezel, full of sweet juice like an apricot xx
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Thank you, my friend! I love that.
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