Barbara Haskell Poems
|41.||We Walked Home||1/13/2008|
|42.||Sing Some More||1/13/2008|
|51.||Harmony And Rhyme||10/9/2007|
|52.||A Thousand Things And Nothing||10/6/2007|
|54.||If You'Ll Have Me||1/14/2008|
|55.||Ghost's On Exhibition||10/9/2007|
|56.||A Part Of My Life||1/14/2008|
|61.||Words And Deeds||10/9/2007|
|63.||A Lovely Shade Of Brown||10/9/2007|
|65.||Happy Birthday, My Twin||10/6/2007|
Happy Birthday, My Twin
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,
slept in the same bed for many years
and we shared the same room for more years than that.
We dressed alike, one of us wearing pink, the other, blue.
We shared books and toys,
clothes and even, boys.
My best friend, my sister, my twin,
the other half of me.
We've always had our own distinct personalities
and no one could get madder,
than each of us, at the other,
nor forgive each other more.
My best ...
I long to play softball,
bowl on a team again, too,
camp out in the desert
or on a mountaintop,
the beauty of either will do.
I long to be a volunteer,
delivering meals to the elderly,
running in a marathon for cancer research,