fires glowed in
small frowzy shacks
that strange Georgia eve an angel was born.
The sky proclaimed that lives would re-arrange;
with Joy’s first cry,
spring magic -
arrived with Joy.
Her laughter was kindling for hearth and home.
No galas in her future ; she was poor.
Joy would flash
which Joy wore with glee, celebrating life.
As Papa played his guitar for them all,
Joy danced and twirled.
this sunny lass gladdened all of the town.
Humankind exists that we might have joy.
Those touched by that
her cheer to all.
Nevertheless, joy is often short-lived.
One strange spring day, a cold wind blew in. As
thunder quaked, warmth
waned, and Joy
For Chris D. Aechtner's
"Double the Fun ~ (Tetractys)"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011