The Unheard Cry

by Barbara B-Miles Jackson

Wait for me,
Let me walk with you.
Play with me-
I wont fun - to share.
My dress, my shoes,
Look at me,
Though I am not pretty.
With the wonder of a child;
I walk, play and grow,
I fall down.
Get up, get up,
Take my hand;
Standing alone;
With acceptance, contentment,
The inner child cries not.

written for the Linked In Poetry Group, April 2015

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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 18, 2015