parting the sea
until all the salt water
of the earth
is the deep work
of the womb.
— On how my heart loves you.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
will not give
i do not
— (warrior) mum.
There are days that I mourn what my beautiful boy will never have in this life.
But, I do not mourn him.
He is joy and sunshine and innocence, and my heart is attached to his by an invisible umbilical cord.
He is the answer to desperate prayers and hope fulfilled — treasure in the shape of a boy.
I am a writer, poet and a blogger.
There is no greater joy than having a piece of my writing accepted for print, or hearing that someone was touched by one of my poems.
Writing is a healing process for me, but sometimes it feels as if I spend my day flinging snippets of myself all over social media—Instagram, Twitter, Submittable, my website and Facebook—all in the hopes that some of it will take root somewhere, and grow.
And in that process, where I am feeding the world—feeding myself to the world—my family starve, because they don’t get the best of me. They are the ones who deserve the very best of my time and my presence.
So, my heart today is to remind you, no matter WHO you are, remember to feed the most important people in your life first.
Everything else will then fall perfectly into place.