Coffee At Christmas With Joyce

It was at Christmas time that she invited me to her home This wonderful Northwest lady that I feel I’ve always known Her coffee pot was brewing as I entered her living room To find her tree adorned with an angel who had died too soon Little Joycie was but a child when God called her back to him As we shared a cup, tales of our past and future were woven A grandmother with a gift for words reached out and touched my heart I brought a hand-made Christmas stocking, hoping joy to impart A special connection I made with this talented poet To be able to call her a friend, I am blessed and I know it Written by Carolyn Devonshire and Dedicated to Super Souper Joyce Johnson For Michael's "First words over coffee" contest