Barbara's poem

Many women am I.
Reach far into history.
Walked through the desert with Moses,
daughter of sages and wise men.
Walked through Rome, Spain, Poland,
Russia-
walking, walking to Germany, Holland,
daughter of poets, musicians, painters.
All Europe,
its thought, religion-
its suffering are mine.
Holocaust, death all around;
young and old-again, again-
well known this.
Prepare to fight, live: and do.
Alone now, as often before.
Start over.
Walk to America for husband and
children:
so nice, so nice (where next?)
Children: beautiful;
will they suffer?
of course! Later, sometime--
Rest awhile, find myself;
contribute, reach out and grow.
Walk with my daughter
hand in hand.
Hope again, always hope-
walk on and on.
Hope--