My Grandma Joy

Dedicated to: Joicelyn Bartholomew by Thiarry Bartholomew 

You may not have a clue

Of all the good things you do

For this family and that is a tragedy

But to all Grandma Joys, your name is true

Bringing joy and happiness to all who love you

You are the glue

That keeps us together like a secret ingredient in a stew

And despite the fact this poem rhymes

But the more important details is the millions of times

That I’ve been told

That your heart is made of the purest gold

You have a smile that lights up rooms

And my heart so fills with love for you that it might explode and go boom

You make my whole world go round

And when you laugh there is no greater sound

I would not be who I am without you

And there are not enough ways for me to say thank you