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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