I could not be Joan
How were we so lucky to meet
Always looking out for everyone
Out of the oven, fresh baked muffins
Always a cup of tea or coffee
Gently you explained your craft
But no matter how I tried
I could not be Joan
To marvel in her presence was enough
Her priceless copies of old masters
The attention to detail
The exact precise workmanship
I was daunted by her method
Which she gladly explained
I could not be Joan
Under her skillful supervision
I was able to turn out a few paintings
They even went into an art show
The moments I treasure most
Laughing as only two friends would
Covid came and we made do
Meeting for lessons outdoors in the park
God served her a stroke
We kept in touch after she moved away
Now it seems she is coming back
Resume lessons & life
I could not be Joan
- Lisa Lachover-Merksamer
Warwick NY
Lachover-Merksamer wrote this poem about her longtime art teacher, Joan Keefer-Bowden, who moved back to the area recently. The women have resumed their art lessons.