Joy
What is joy?
It is a small child on Christmas morn.
A new mom, cuddling her firstborn.
Some fight so hard to keep it away.
They battle daily to keep it at bay.
Afraid to let it in.
In their ways, they are too set in
Others welcome it with a full embrace,
living full of grace.
It is all around,
running here and there like a merry-go-round.
Without the time to witness
we will never feel it's gentle caress.
dedicated to Theresa Combs
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