Barbara Walker : Writing

Man With Green Hair

Man With Green Hair

A Poem by Barbara Walker


Written about my friend on WC, Doc. This is a slightly different version than the first one I wrote some time ago.
Where, Oh Where?

Where, Oh Where?

A Poem by Barbara Walker


self-explanatory regarding the memory problems some people experience as they get older
PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTS

PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTS

A Poem by Barbara Walker


A work in progress.
Empty Shell

Empty Shell

A Poem by Barbara Walker


I lost so much of mewhen I became disabled.Physical pain has worn me downfrom a memory of who I was.My twin sister dying has left me feelinglike an em..
Too Much

Too Much

A Poem by Barbara Walker


A lot became too muchand now,a little is too much, too.What's a woman to do?
A Stranger to Me Now

A Stranger to Me Now

A Poem by Barbara Walker


She, once, had such a zest for living-the ability to laugh at herselfand the absurdities of life.She is a stranger to me, now.I hear her bitching and ..
Purpose

Purpose

A Poem by Barbara Walker


to my grandchildren
Especially On Windy, Rainy Days

Especially On Windy, Rainy Days

A Poem by Barbara Walker


I wrote this on a windy, rainy day
An Improved Town?

An Improved Town?

A Poem by Barbara Walker


I lived in this town when I was in my mid twenties to mid thirties. I moved away and, by chance, lived there again for four months at the age of 63. I..

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