by B-Miles Jackson
Gray hair made her beautiful,
Years of living showed on her face.
Stern commands belied caring eyes,
Sitting rigid and straight,
Hands clasped together on her lap.
Again, again, start over,
Practice is perfection,
Don't give up,
Your day is yet to come.
Stumbling, forgetting your part,
A need for reassurance,
Her eyes light the way.
With a tilt of the head,
A twinkle in her eyes,
If I fail or succeed,
Doing my best, I win.
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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