Joy 

By, Myra Wexler Darwish

January 23, 2025

When was it that joy first entered my life?

I go back to that moment in time

When I first knew of him.

On the wings of memory, I fly, 

To that special moment sublime

When we first met.

There at my front door

So many years ago,

Joy found me.

The doorbell rang, and he was there.

My heart opened to know 

A yet nameless feeling.

Life has offered me many beginnings,

Yet none like when we first met

And fate bound us together.

Though time moves us

To forget,

True love can remember.

Having its own special clock,

Unencumbered by days,

Minutes, or hours.

Its rhythm discovers

In its own special way,

The joy of those who deeply love.