by Barbara Miles Jackson
No school tomorrow yet early to bed,
Up before the alarm clock,
Dressing as fast as lightning,
For Saturday morning cartoons,
Mother frying donuts,
Daddy flipping plate size pancakes,
Home made jam and syrup,
Playing ball, hide and seek,
In the back yard 'til night,
Catching fire flies in a glass jug,
Growing up was hard but not lonely,
Saturday with pancakes, morning cartoons,
Playing in the yard made life a dream.
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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 23, 2015