Barb

• Jack Murphy, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

To my grandmother, my Barb.
She loves elephants and us
Even though she doesn't take a bus
She is as healing as a hug.
Barb is a golden star
Her travels make my mind roam
Her stories make my heart roam
She is a helping spirit.
Her uniqueness is her ba
Her experiences are her ren
Her heart is her IB
Her life force is her ka
Her shadow is her sheut.
She is as encouraging as a hug
Barb is gold,
Barb is a diamond.
As gentle as a butterfly
She is as loving as a thousand hugs
She is Barb.