Tutu and hairfalls by Kayla Freeman of Oak Ridge, TN
Cass Betro taught me a word that I added meaning to. Joyfriend. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I really like this term. I really like that anyone that brings you great joy can be your Joyfriend. Happy Joyfriend day every day!
Every day should begin with a promise of a Joyfriend day
A commitment to call them, or let the know how you feel
A word of thanks for their humorous appeal
I think every day should begin as a Joyfriend day
Just letting them know that you’re there in a wonderful tale
Blessed Joyfriend, you could say, I’m so glad you’re in my life
Living the Joyfriend way.
They’d laugh and you’d smile like a mule and a crocodile
Which makes it even funnier and you laugh until your sides ache
I love to life the Joyfriend day, for I never know what will come my way
There is no tree bedecked with lights
to push away the coldest nights
There is no ornament in your name to hang
There are no bells, their music to clang
There will be no feast to honor the sun
There will be no hours of festive fun
There will be dust and ashes upon my hearth
With saddened heart absent, a disguise worn of mirth
As the tears refrain down memory lane
with whispers of the joy that remains
etched on the holiday with stains of your haint
re-purposing, recycling you into glorious saint.
I’ll stare out the window to witness the world sing
As I dread your fair haunting that this season brings.