I keep my memories
tucked inside a box The vessel unimportant Its what’s inside the box that calls to me Inside I hear the beating of your heart smell your skin and taste your lips you
now on wingtips
left behind memories
nestled beside wishes Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson
I usually try to steer clear of political subjects here. But the state of things, not only in the US, but globally, has got my dander up. There are so many days now where I just shake my head. I can’t help but wonder when the insanity of 2020 will end!
I try not to watch too much of the news. But it’s like that car race where they spin out going around that hairpin curve. You can’t look away. You must know what happens. I think as humans, most of us have a Gladiator mindset when it comes to the misery around us.
There’s a lot to be thankful for and I know that. But what I can’t seem to get past is how divided we are as human beings. Theory versus science. Conspiracy theories abound. Racial differences. No. Not just differences, but racial wars.
I’ve always had this… connection with the tragedies of WWII. I know that sounds weird. But if you believe in past lives, and I’m open-minded about that, I think I must have lived a past life during World War II.
So many of us, not really being old enough to have been there, tend to romanticize how we United to fight the Nazi party and bring humanity back to those that had suffered the unimaginable horrors that transpired during that terrible time. We withstood rationing of everything from food to gas. People gave up many luxuries in the name of the cause. There were paper drives and rubber drives. More people grew and preserved their own food. They did with less, they used it up, wore it out or repaired it, rather than buy new.
There were many sacrifices that the everyday citizen did for the good of the nation. It was a sense of pride.
But if you really dig deeper into what was happening within the United States at the time, you might come away with a different perspective.
While there was much talk about getting involved in the fight against Germany, there were more than a few that questioned if it was really our place to get involved. Not only were the Japanese suspect, but the general consensus was that the Jews could not be trusted either.
It wasn’t until the attack at Pearl Harbor, by the Japanese, then a German ally, on our own shores that we decided to join the effort.
With this decision, the then president, Franklin Roosevelt, ordered approximately 120,000 Japanese to be pulled from their homes, their assets frozen, and they were shuttled to internment camps and were held there between the years of 1942 and 1945. Anyone who was 1/16th Japanese were put into these camps. The occupants, most of which, were American citizens.
The Nazi party was not the only one to commit atrocities against people. The United States did too.
The point that I’m trying to make here with bringing up World War II, is that we, as human beings, pulled together for a common good. I just don’t understand why we can’t do that now. People have enough brains between their ears to figure this out, don’t they??
It tears me up to see such discord in our nation. Political parties aside, we all need to show that we are the UNITED States of America and stand United.
*Your comments and opinions are welcome. But if you are going to play in my yard, play nice. Thank you.
Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
My box of words is hoarded selfishly. Choosing and stockpiling each one carefully. I take inventory. I tuck them away in my little treasure box lined with memories tears and laughter. Yesterday's words are tinged aging and gnarled the edges curling. Today's words fat filled with promise. Choosing the right ones is a challenging feat not always accomplished with elegance. Copyright (C) Penny Wilson
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. ❤
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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tickles from the stubble of your beard the smile at the corners of your mouth were your eyes the color of the sea? or were they rainy day grey? I forget the scent of your skin in the dark forgotten when your hand touched mine did my blood race? many things forgotten but, love the heart does not forget Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
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