Joy
I thought I knew what it
looked like
But
I had no idea
Joy
I’m convinced of this one thing
that from the ground up
it always looks different
It did for me
Joy
Existed when I was with my birth mom and brothers
I loved them and
I knew joy then
albeit brief
Joy
Prevailed when I was with Jo and the man
with the leather belt
I loved Jo
and I chose joy
Joy
Survived when I was on my own
on the streets
Even then
I had friends
Joy
Happened when I met my forever mom and dad
for the first time
I knew joy then
forever
Joy
Lived when I met my little person
so teeny tiny
I knew real joy
in that moment
Joy
I thought I knew what it
looked like
But
I had no idea because
Joy
From the ground up
it’s pretty special
to me
because it is one of those things
Joy
It always looks different
to everyone yet
it looks
the same
to me
I dedicate the above poem to my mom, a published poet at the tender age of 15 people years old, who helped me piece together my thoughts in response to today’s daily prompt.
Wiley's Wisdom 
That poem says it all, Wiley. Joy just keeps on keeping on, in all its forms. It’s in you and it overflows from you.
Love and licks,
Cupcake
It is wonderful Wiley, Joy from the ground up! Love it and you! Ute ♥
It was pure joy to read your poem Wiley…. joy is great and a thingy what grows bigger when you share it :o) (that’s not even possible with treats lol)
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