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The Legacy of Ain't Barbie
By Franklin Price
03/23/2022

“Ain't Barbie” was her handle, Barbara Price her married name
She was my wife, for most my life, this is how she played the game
Her roots were from the North and South,  Popovits, her father's side
Her mother's, Crapse,  from South Caroline, our lives together quite the ride.

Her father was a baker, as was his dad before
Mother was a secretary; it's not called that any more
Her childhood was upheaval. She was the oldest one of two
When her parents fought and argued, neither one knew what to do.

They moved around from town to town, sometimes fleeing in the night
Leaving everything behind while continuing to fight
 Barbara was a youngster when her mom told her this plan
“Be able to care for yourself, you can always get a man”

Her father thought he was the one, thought he was a manly stud
Just one woman, not for him, faithfulness not in  his blood
Their divorce was finally final, when my Barbara was a teen
Her mother worked at KSC, stress came quickly to the scene

Barb searched for love, she thought was lost, to put her feet back on the ground
Began running with the wild crowd, did not know where she was bound
When she was only sixteen, she found her period was missed
She was with child, for she was wild, and much more than just kissed.

He did right and married her, gave their child his name, of course
They moved up near Paris Island. He was a member of the force.
Randi died before a year, she was diagnosed  with SIDS
Thought all was lost, they soon divorced, for they were only kids.

Barbara returned to Florida where her mother took her in
She got married soon thereafter, trying to begin again
Danielle was born in '68 on twenty-six July
I was still in Vietnam. I would meet them by and by

She went to work at KSC. Here mom helped to get her work
Her second husband cheated and he also was a jerk
I met him first, I worked with him, also at KSC
God had a hand in all of this. In sixty-nine, she married me.

We began the final story when we said our vows for  life
For more than half a century, I loved her dearly as my wife
We did everything together, traveled  the world both far and wide
Thousands of miles we rode on Harleys, she was always by my side

Barbara was a high school drop-out, smart in everything she did
Got her GED when older, when she no longer was a kid
Thought up and and ran a business, was a real life entrepreneur
Her friend and partner, Cindy, still is running it, I'm sure

Barb was the Queen of trivia, for she read voraciously
Novels and Newspapers, even got things from TV
She remembered everything, and when she didn't have a doubt,
She'd come out with my favorite  phrase, “I may be wrong”,  she'd often tout

When she said those words of knowledge, that you did not want to hear
You may as well relent right then, if your opinion was not clear.
If you thought that she was wrong, you better google it right then
If you thought you could confront her, you most likely would not win

Her heart was full of  love and kindness, everyone around her knew
Her ethics were astounding, they were always showing through
Laws were made for everyone, we must follow them each day
If they're wrong, then we must change them, and not look the other way

She said her prayers every night, thanked Christ Jesus for the day
She believed in Christianity, It was in her, there to stay
She knew that Christ died on the cross, He was in Heaven to receive 
Our sinful souls, we have on earth, if we only just believe.

As a wife, a lover and a friend, she was the best that there could be
I was a witness, as her husband, she was all those things to me
She was a loving, caring mother, to our only child Danielle
All you have to do is ask her, I'm sure she has some tales to tell

When Dani's children came along, Barb was the best grand mother too.
She held them and she nurtured them as good granny's often do
She spoiled them and taught them as they grew from day to day
Passed along her thoughts of life, as they moved along the way

Now they are grown and on their own, and when they are looking back,
They see the rails, she helped to lay, to keep them on  the track
She showed them by example, not to do just what she said
To appreciate the basics, food to eat, roof overhead

Love and caring most of all, should be a two way street
Sharing life with friends and family and with everyone you meet 
Always giving of yourself, for that's what you should do
Those to whom it really matters will return that  love to you 

Her legacy ain't Barbie, not a doll without a brain
If you don't agree with me, you did not know her, missed the train
What a loss it was for you, she had the looks, also the mind
God brought us to each other, we believed, and were not blind

Now Barb is up in Heaven and she's looking down at me
Hope she agrees with what I've written, of what I think her legacy
I will say more in the future, but for now I think I'm done
Her monicker, “Ain't Barbie”, she adopted just for fun.
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