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.
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Don’t Miss Penny’s Beautiful tribute – WINTER’S CHILD
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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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Thank you kindly Dear Friend! ❤
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This is just lovely Penny
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you so very much for the reblog!! ❤
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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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Thank you, Audrey. In later years, after I had grown up, we became very close. Good friends. I miss that.
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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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I do. Thanks for the visit, Trent! ❤
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