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.
12 thoughts on “Winter’s Child”
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
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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