by Barbara Miles Jackson
The sounds of tapping,
Brought me awake.
Noise of glass breaking,
Drawers opening,
Made me get up.
Light of the full moon,
Moved the darkness.
The muffled sounds,
Drifted up stairs.
Must be the girls.
The noise stopped,
And started again.
Moving down stairs,
Flickering light made,
Shadows on the wall.
Standing in the den,
The monitor flashed,
To be continued,
Over and over again.
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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 October 08, 2015