by Barbara Miles Jackson
All spring and summer,
One thing after another.
No time for gardening,
And summer's ending.
Checked the mail everyday,
That much needed letter,
Drowned out by bills,
Junk mail and books.
Family out of tune,
Other plans and people.
Holding their interest,
No easy as before.
Looking out my window,
At four flower pots.
Dirt dried and cracked,
For lack of water.
There in a big pot,
Green leaves sprouting.
New wonder to see,
A lone flower growing.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated August 31, 2015