Poetry Day Six

 Joy- A poem by me

Joy is the way 

my cheeks hurt from laughing

after I've spent the day with him.

Joy is the way

she and I became best friends

in just a few weeks.

Joy is the way

my dad picks me flowers 

when I'm sad or having a bad day.

Joy is the way

my mom takes pictures

of all the happy times.

Joy is the way

my grandma has crow's feet

from a happy demeanor and beautiful smile.

Joy is the way

my grandpa shows off 

his collection of knick-knacks to visitors.

Joy is the way 

my grammy makes me my favorite cake

every year for my birthday.

Joy is the way

my papaw tells his favorite joke

over and over.

And it's always just as funny as the first time.