by Barbara Miles Jackson
Early I wake before dawn,
To see the new day.
First the quite stillness,
Make me feel safe,
The sun rise help me began.
The morning routine,
Keeps me moving.
A cup of coffee,
Warm and strong,
Grateful for each new hour.
Different clothing,
A new tablet,
With nothing on it.
A new agenda,
Give me a new start.
The errors of yesterday,
A distant memory,
But clearly a new beginning.
Taking refuge in the dawn,
I wall through the door.
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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 June 09, 2015