Posted in Life, Stories

I Did NOT Kill the Easter Bunny!!

I have the Rabbit’s Foot in the picture above, hanging from the visor in my car.  This Rabbit’s Foot has been passed from car to car over the years.  I’ve had the foot for approximately 30 years.

I’m not superstitious, just sentimental.  Sitting at a red light I’ll see the foot out of the corner of my eye.  I’ll reach up and give it a little pet.  This always makes me smile.  I’m smiling, because it takes me back to the time when I received that silly Rabbit’s Foot.  A very good memory.

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Posted in Poetry

My All


Your hand in mine 
walk beside me  

Your lips on mine 
embrace me.

I must fill my eyes with you and
fill my lungs with the scent of our love

Let's take these moments 
making memories to savor

Now is what matters  
Today is all

You
are my all

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
#NaPoWriMo

Posted in Poetry

Scars

 

*National Poetry Writing Month completely snuck up on me.  But here goes, day 1.

The memory of you
is now just a series
of scars

Scars that run deep
never fading

Lessons learned

A reminder of
my strength

Copyright 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
#NaPoWriMo

Posted in Poetry

Heartbreak


Did you hear 
it 
 
The sound was 
deafening

An intense roar 
in my ears

The reverberation 
rattled my bones

And thundered through 
my soul 

Your ego muffled
the sound

But 

I heard it loud 
and clear
 
The sound of 
my heartbreak 

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
Posted in Poetry

The Weight of Yesterday



View the world 
without the weight 
of yesterday 

a feat most
difficult 

It clouds the vision
and dulls the heart

We struggle to
shrug off the past
to clear our vision

The weight of the world 
is burdensome enough

without dragging the past 
with us
through life

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson

 

Posted in Life

International Women’s Day

I Feel quite honored that International Women’s Day happens to fall on my Birthday!  Today, honor a lovely woman in your life! 

When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.” — Cherokee proverb

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? — Satchel Paige

Life is too short to be small. — Benjamin Disraeli

We are always the same age inside. – Gertrude Stein

Let your joy be in your journey, not in some distant goal. – Tim Cook

May you live as long as you want and never want as long as you live. – Irish blessing

Image by Markéta (Machová) Klimešová from Pixabay

Posted in Life, Poetry, Stories, Writing

For the Love of Books

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I love books.  I love the look of them, the feel of them, I love their smell.  I love the excitement I feel when I crack open the first page and the adventures that await me within those pages.   I love the shiny, glossy book jacket and reading those tantalizing, teasing words on the jacket.

I learned to read and developed a love of reading at a Very young age.  I could read long before I started school  Whenever the family would take a trip I was always reading the billboards or other signs aloud to everyone on the car.  Loudly of course!  🙂

The first time I met my grandparents, on my mother’s side, I drug my Grandpa over to the couch and sat him down and read to him.  I was very proud of the fact that I could read.  I think I was about 3 years old.

My mother raised 4 of us kids mostly by herself.  She didn’t have an education to speak of, so money was tight, always.  But when I opened a book, I was transported to another place and time.  It was a fantastic way for me to entertain myself.

I would walk to the library in the summertime and bring back an armload of books every few days.  During the summer, I averaged reading about a book a day.

No matter what you read, you learn something.  I kept a dictionary handy when I was reading.  If I came across a word that I could not figure out the meaning by the context of the sentence or paragraph, I would look it up.

I still love to read, but don’t take the time to do it as much anymore.

I think my life has been much more fruitful and accomplished because of my love of reading and my learning along the way.

As a kid, I used to read everything from Shakespeare to Poe to Sci-Fi to love stories.   I love biographies.  I love learning about people like Abe Lincoln, or my favorite artists.

My 2 older brothers always had comic books in the house, which I read.  But those comics would spark my interest in people like Sherlock Holmes or Isaac Asimov.  So my taste in books has varied widely.

I have some old books that I have packed around with me for years that I just cannot part with.  One is a favorite from the 1970’s, which is beautifully illustrated about the life of Gnomes.  Another is a book, also from the 70’s called “Shut Up and Eat Your Shoe Shoes!”  It’s a hilarious true story about a couple that homesteads in Alaska.  I also have some rare, old Tarzan books that I may pass down to my eldest grandson some day.

These books evoke wonderful memories of a simpler time for me.

I still have a stack of books on my night stand that are gathering dust.  Maybe it’s time to crack open one of them and make a new friend….

Copyright (C) Penny Wilson

Posted in Poetry

It’s Always You

I wonder why when I dream, it's always of you

You were the one. The one I said forever to

Years have passed without your smile

I'm resigned to navigate the days and nights in solitude

My heart aches anew each time it realizes that you're gone

I tend to romanticize the past leaving out those rough times, on purpose

The good times were good enough to live on in my memory

Decades later when I dream it's always of you 

It's good to know that you really are the forever one

The one I'll always dream of

Copyright (C) Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved