Barbara’s Poetry


My poetry has always reflected my personal search for truth.I explored the reasons for existence and why certain things happen to us. I came to the conclusion it (life) was a huge learning process – an education, the school of life.

Over forty of my poems, titled ‘Collect all the Babies’ was published in 1997 by Spectrum Publications.

Collect all the Babies may seem a strange title but it was also the title of the first poem in the book and at the time was my favourite. The idea for the poem came from watching a woman’s program from the United States. They had a lot of babies on stage and they were asking the world to look at the future – look at the babies. It was a lot to do with the power-struggle with Russia at the time and the continual debate concerning disarmament.

It inspired this poem:

Collect all the babies on the face of the earth,
And all the women about to give birth
Muster all the leaders of every nation,
And insist they look on the next generation
Ask them seriously about all the dissention,
About wars, weapons and disarmament intention
Make them believe there is but one way to act,
That is, settling differences with words and facts
Surely the vision of children and mothers to be
Should unfurl a sense of reason, for leaders to see
That power is not everything, too much will destroy
Precious lives, with the God-given right to live and enjoy.


I wrote about every subject imaginable – single mums, divorce and grandparent’s rights, about Anorexia Nervosa and sensitive children, adoption and evolution, living for the moment and our pioneers – the list is endless. This is how I summed up evolution all those years ago when I wrote my poems.


Large creatures, small ones, the ice age and dinosaurs
Were all part of our planet many centuries before
As the earth changed over the zillions of ages,
Its creatures adapted to their various stages
They took thousands of years to attune to the environment,
Gradually coming together in a harmony of contentment
As time passed, all had their own purpose, their will,
They had their special function by instinct instilled
So the balance of nature gradually took place,
Each species surviving at its natural pace
But man, Homo Sapien, was he part of this act?
Nobody knows for certain, there are no real facts
Home Sapien, he is different, he has intellect,
And the ape we know is a creature of instinct,
So where is that link if there is one at
There are too many questions to know for sure
The evolution of earth’s creatures are of
environmental making.
But is the evolution of man more of a
spiritual awakening?


I might have a slightly different view on a lot of subjects these days. Change is happening all around us. My philosophical nature would not believe the Doomsday Prediction of December 2012; but we do have concerns. Our planet has certainly been telling us something with the natural disasters happening globally and often.
The age of Botox is upon us now; but these were my thoughts thirty years ago about beauty. Nobody cared about a few wrinkles then. The modern day quest is to re-establish youth; so this poem is very old fashioned; but it is still one of my favourites.

The Beauty of Wisdom
The little old lady was remembered well,
For stories that held an engaging spell
Her eyes would light up with a wondrous glow,
As the years unfurled with her story told
But her special allure was the beauty embraced
In each line, each crevice of that ‘lived in face’
Crinkled with laughter, creased by care,
Puckered with thought, and furrowed by despair
The suffering, the pain, the happiness, the giving
Were etched so beautifully in that face of living.


When my older sister suffered the very real tragedy of her third child being diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy I wrote the poem ‘Was he Sent so we might Grow’. It was published in many papers. It hit a nerve in so many readers and was distributed nationally by people sending it to relatives and friends. A priest, Bishop Shevill, a prominent Anglican Clergyman requested to use it for his newsletters to parents of disabled children; also a relative in my sister’s family published it in their family history.


Was he Sent so we might GrowscanAndrew

Andrew’s not like us, he’s a little different
Cerebral Palsy, they call Andrew’s condition,
He has difficulty in talking, walking, will never run
Like the boys who play football, cricket, just for fun
Andrew’s so terribly disabled, why is it so?
Was he sent to us, so we might grow?

Until we had Andrew, we gave little thought
To the sorrow and pain these children brought,
We said to the priest, ‘why should it be thus?’
We asked God for a reason, we asked, ‘why us?’
There was no simple reason, none that we know,
Was he sent to us, so we might grow?

Andrew changed our lives in a dramatic way,
Living and coping was a challenge, day by day,
It’s easy to drown in self-pity and sorrow,
We learnt to live daily, not think of tomorrow
In the stream of life, endurance must flow,
Was he sent to us, so we might grow?

We went from doctor to doctor in hope of a cure,
But we knew in our hearts the chances were poor,
Andrew would be disabled all his life through,
With acceptance, we lived the best way we knew
And we gained strength from our burden bestowed,
Was he sent to us, so we might grow?

Andrew’s a beat behind in life’s pulsating race,
He’s pure and trusting, there’s love in his face,
He needs patience, kindness and a loving heart,
To learn some of these things is a wonderful start
To a better way to love, a love to glow,
Was he sent to us, so we might grow?

Collect all the Babies – a collection of 41 poems FREE