by Barbara Miles Jackson
I wake up early,
To see the new day,
First the quiet stillness,
Makes me feel safe.
The sun rise help me began.
The morning routine,
Keeps me moving,
Grateful for each new hour.
A cup of coffee,
Warm and strong.
Mistake of yesterday,
A distant memory,
But clearly a new beginning.
Taking refuge in the dawn,
I walk out 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