by B-Miles Jackson
We endure, though I sleep;
we endure that present
and future children may have.
Though I sleep, we endures;
Not that I was totally unaware;
But that I did not understand completely,
Though I sleep, we endure;
We bridge the gap -
Money, home, spiritually wise;
We endure ---
'til the young adults,
that we our self,
may be independent.
We endure though I sleep.
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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 22, 2015