my eyes find hers. i say, one more push! you’re almost there. as women have donefor years since time began, and suddenly! a rush of life. my hands hold hope, slick with blood. i wipe nose and mouth,look for tiny breaths,a whisper on my hands. she cries. i smile, butstill no words fall from my... Continue Reading →
when i was in labour with you, all those hungry years of waiting, the anaesthetist ran his hands gently down my spine. his voice running over my pain like water, has anyone ever told you that you have scoliosis? yes, i nodded, right in the middle of a contraction that felt like it could force... Continue Reading →
The marriage fractured after their little girl’s death. He needed a new house in which to start over. She could not leave the place where her daughter drew both her first, and last breaths. And on still days the old tyre swing would move to the peal of a child’s laugh. © Liezel Graham 2018.