Barbara Haskell Poems

We were conceived together,
our first existence, sharing our mother's womb.
We took our first breath's of life
within minutes of each other,
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People write poetry for diverse reasons,
as in poems that describe the yearly seasons.
Poems can show the love for mother and father
and vent feelings against the boyfriend of your grandaughter.
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My mind wanders through memories
of my hands,
digging in the soft earth,
barefeet,
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As I cry,
I write poetry
of sweet love
and pain,
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A thousand things and nothing,
can conjure up memories of you.
Everything about you, before I could become your wife
and I'll remember them all the rest of my life.
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We harm others,
with words and deeds,
rarely considering
that they have their own needs.
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I miss the times I used to have to myself,
writing a letter or reading a book from my shelf.
I always have this unwanted company,
I've begged it to leave, but it won't, you see.
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Can you just make me some eggs?
Can you just get up and hand me this?
Can you just get up and hand me that?
Can you just go to the store and buy me a coke?
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Banished,
to the smoker's corner,
oh, how lucky I am!
My vision rests upon feasts for the human eye;
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