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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.

Author:

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 online 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 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

12 thoughts on “Winter’s Child

  1. 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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  2. 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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