Joy

Joy with her baby giggles and snuggles
laughs the morning into the sky.

 

Joy slumbers on fluffy clouds that weep sweet softness
into her dreams helping the others to forget their torment.

 

Joy belongs to everyone
and everyone belongs to Joy.

 

Joy laughs, her silky blond baby hair sticks up from
apple juice and syrup and baby sweat.

 

Joy naps with a gentle smile,
clean smooth skin smelling of Johnson & Johnson baby lotion,
and the trace of a dimple in her left cheek that deepens when she awakes.

 

Joy sings; her baby voice reaches out and reels

you in like a fish desperate for land because that is where Joy lives.