Mom’s Birthday


This is the first full day of winter.  My mother’s birthday.  It’s been more than 25 years since she passed.  But I still miss her.  Happy Birthday Mom.  ❤

Penny Wilson Writes

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I started to NOT post this.  I thought it was sad.  But missing loved ones is sad I suppose.  I’m happy that she is always a part of my life.  For my Mom.  

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 eyes, I’m swept away.

I am once again, safe.  Warm.  Loved.

You always smelled of lilacs.

Today, your memory is as vivid as yesterday.

Other times, your face is but a faded shape in the mist.

You are always with…

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Enjoy the Ride


“Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed.  The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to be just people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise.  Life is like an old time rail journey… delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed.  The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.” 

-Gordon B. Hinckley

Ask Me How I Know


But one day you’ll meet the girl you swore you’d never find
Start feeling things you never felt and spending all your time
Trying to figure out how she got this hold on you
And when you start to fall, you’ll hold onto your pride
Start building up your walls and ever let her get inside
You’ll push her away ’cause that’s all you know how to do
And then she’ll leave and you won’t beg her not to go
Ask me how I know

Partial song lyrics, Ask Me How I Know written by-Mitch Rossell, sung by Garth Brooks

Chill #writephoto


You throw 
the words 
from your lips 
to land in the 
chill 
air between us.  

The chill 
outlasts 
the flame 
we once shared. 

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo prompt
#writephoto.  If you 'd like to get in on the fun, you can find
out all about it HERE. 

 

The 2019 Christmas Charity Appeal – Help Me Raise £250 For Battersea Dogs & Cats Home By Leaving Me Links To Your Blogs and Books


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The Christmas tree is up, but something is missing. There are no gifts under it, and I need your help to put that right.

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And so It Begins… — Mitch Teemley


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Advent, the season leading up to Christmas, is the root of the word “adventure.” It means to finally arrive after a long journey. It is about Christ’s arrival. And ours. “One of the essential paradoxes of Advent: that while we wait for God, we are with God all along, that while we need to be […]

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