JOY MARIE

LONELY COMPANION

 

Worn

straps

hanging,

waiting

in

the

dark,

for

frail

legs,

crawling

up

into

the

cold

seat,

while

shivering

hands

grasp

the

rain

spattered

wheels.

 

Joy Marie has written poetry since she was eleven years old. She writes “I am now a grandmother. My writing has changed… but it remains a vital part of who I am. I am blessed to be able to share it with others.”