when you have lived your whole life, whole and at peace, in one place. does the soil remember you? . the old plum tree in the back garden, heavy with pink promise. will she miss the sound of your voice, too? . and the gnarled jacaranda on the front path, blushing brazen purple every spring.... Continue Reading →
grief, hides in the mistaken identity of a familiar stranger, seen from behind in the grocery store, that brief confusion of hope that it is all a mistake, but it is not. — accepting. © Liezel Graham 2018.