by Barbara Miles Jackson
Christmas is stills of yesterday;
Stills that form today's Christmas;
Silent thoughts, the noise and joy;
Echoes of what's to come.
Christmas is quiet moments of decorating;
Still-life pictures of happiness and disappointments;
Silence, the tree, un-open gifts;
Echoes of what's to come.
Christmas is the gift of One Life, family and friends.
Stills of the nativity scene;
Silent spirit of Christmas warming the heart;
Echoing joy and blessings the season brings.
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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 September 17, 2022