The Little Things

My fingers trace 
the familiar.  

The stillness 
of the house 

The quiet 
of my heart  

Tenderness 
in your eyes.  

The blessings 
of this life 

The comforts 
we take for granted.  

Slipping 
into those crisp white sheets  

The scent 
of the Texas winds 
beneath my head.

I am home. 

*Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

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 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, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. 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 The Little Things

  1. Scent of the Texas winds… beautiful 😊

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  2. jenanita01 says:

    Nothing quite like home, is there?

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  3. This was tender and beautiful.

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  4. Sometimes it takes leaving for awhile to appreciate home. Beautiful poem, Penny. Welcome home.

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