Winter’s Child


The walls are permeated 
with the laughter and tears 
once shared

I fill the room 
as best I can 
with today’s sunlight

I open the window
but the breeze does not 
sweep away the past

A life once lived 
clings tightly

My fingers 
touch a picture frame

Frozen in time 
you cradle a child

I can feel the love 
in the smile on your lips

Your fingers 
gently 
brush the hair from my face

Behind my eyelids 
I’m swept away

I am once again that small child
safe  
warm  
loved

You always 
smelled of lilacs

Today 
the memory of your face
is as vivid as yesterday

Other times 
it is but a faded shape in the mist

You are always with me 
a part of me

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

*Today is not only the first day of winter but it also would 
have been my mother's birthday. This is something I wrote a 
couple of years ago. Although she's been gone for many years now, 
I still miss her terribly.

About Penny Wilson Writes

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in on line journals, such as, Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society.Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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12 Responses to Winter’s Child

  1. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    Don’t Miss Penny’s Beautiful tribute – WINTER’S CHILD

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  2. Wow, Penny!! This is so Awesome! I love it!! You need to add this to your “Best of Penny” list!! A wonderful tribute to your Mom!! Beautiful memories on a memorable day!!
    xoxoxo

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  3. This is just lovely Penny

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  4. What a beautiful tribute to your mom. I can almost smell her scent, see her face, but definitely feel the love you had for one another.

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  5. trentpmcd says:

    Winter’s Child – a nice tribute to your mother born when winter first becomes winter. I’m sure that no matter how many years go by that you will still miss her.

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