by Barbara Miles Jackson
I counted it twice,
The purse sat empty.
A clear change jar,
Held only lunch money.
Children around the tree,
Placing the star on top,
Hanging holly on the door,
Singing Christmas carols.
The smell of cookies,
And new snow outside,
Cause a spirit of Christmas,
To grow inside us.
As the girls lay sleeping,
At the door he stood.
A box of fruit and nuts,
A sack with gifts for all.
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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