Joy climbs trees and paints everything she sees.
She looks at the sky and lets excitement
Fill in the spaces between the clouds.
She runs barefoot through the grass like a kid
Even though she hit her 20’s a few years ago.
She stops and thanks people for the little things,
And reminds us of what we felt like when we were young.
Joy is one of my best friends.
She spoke words that brought life instead of hatred and defeat.
She used her talents for a purpose,
And gave a reason to smile for the people she’d meet.
She never knew where she was going,
But she had a way with telling of where she had been.
Joy is someone you will never forget.
She will stay with you even when you forget she’s there,
And let Fear, Anger, and Sadness in.
She will always help you start over again.
A Poet's Pen 