by Barbara Miles Jackson
Standing there legs straight,
Polished with care and love.
Handed down through time,
Continuously to be my table.
Started early shopping,
There on the top shelf.
Light orange plain cloth,
A harvest color just right.
Everything else is home;
Turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce,
Three kinds of vegetables,
Rolls, pie, cakes and tea.
Turkey warming in stove,
Clothed table standing proud,
With the harvest runner,
Made from mother' tablecloth.
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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 21, 2015