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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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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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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