Barb Kuhlman
Photography and Poem By Nancy Kmoch
Ode to BJK In the middle, invisible, and suppressed, Launched from careworn ways and stress Seeking peace, joy, light, To balance the weight of her past, her plight. Her loved ones: searching, grieving, gone, The weight of words cause her to mourn What can be done to offer light – Illumine the way to make things right? Her light shines up from deep inside Where it continues to abide, Creating the joy and peace she needs Through simple giving, kindly deeds. Setting her own bar high and then Reaching, achieving, again, again, Brings joy, warmth, a sense of worth, Seen by all, a sign of growth. Her joys and sorrows intertwine, In general, she would say she’s F.I.N.e. Life proves arduous, and yet She wants as much as she can get.