Barbara Attaway

Rookie (Beaumont, Texas, USA)

Biography of Barbara Attaway

I come from southeast Texas and a big family of poets. Daddy wrote songs and Mother wrote poetry. My brother was a gifted musician and my sister writes beautiful poetry, short stories, and books. I had a great-grandfather who was a song-and-dance man in vaudeville. I feel I am the lesser talent of all of them, but owe them at least my attempt at something along the same line. I do love poetry...I use it to document days and memorable moments in my life. I hope you will enjoy my efforts.

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The Gift

We had hiked the hills a long, long way
My privilege was to gift their feet that day
Soak in warm water, soothe with mint lotion
Seemed to me just the right heaven-sent potion
My desire, you see, was to mimic my Lord

Their refusal to allow it caught me off guard
My gift was unwanted, unaccepted, and scorned
No concern had they; oh, my heart was torn

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