Ordinary Day

I smelled rain today and thought of you.

It whisked me back to a time of innocence

And forever-long summers.

You towered over me;

My hand tiny in your grasp.

Your voice, boomed.

All I heard was love.

Big as a mountain

With eyes of sky blue.

You smelled of Old Spice and leather.

An ordinary day with you,

Was an extraordinary day

For me.

You

Were Loved.

(C) 2018 Penny Wilson

 

 

 

 

 

About Penny Wilson Writes

I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres. I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. My poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal and Spill Words Press. I'm currently working on my first novel. You can find more of my writings on my blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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13 Responses to Ordinary Day

  1. Michael says:

    Really like that

    Like

  2. “You smelled of Old Spice and leather…” Detail like that make for a rich and memorable poem.

    Like

  3. WaltPage says:

    This is so beautiful Penny. And I wear Old Spice 🙂

    Like

  4. Sadah says:

    Beautifully written.

    Like

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