by B-Miles Jackson
Meia and I ran to the fields,
Where the flowers waved to us.
Colorful wings danced in the sky,
Fluttering from petal to petal,
Butterfly, butterfly wait for us,
Amber hair sprinkled with sun,
We ran feeling the freedom.
My best friend bade me run faster.
Catching up only to see
A rainbow of color fly away.
Come back -- time to go,
Turning back in my minds eye,
Flying away in the distant,
My friend and the butterfly,
Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly,
Come back for me next time.
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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 April 19, 2015