I am struggling to find the joy today.
I have looked for the joy in the washing basket. It is not there.
I have looked for the joy in the washing up bowl. It is not there.
I have looked for the joy in the many piles of unhomed thngs dotted around our house. It is not there.
I looked under the sofa.
I found :-
3 pens- 1 leaky.
3 socks- all odd
5 assorted wooden puzzle pieces.
An assortment of fluff and crumbs.
But alas no joy.
I looked out of the window, but the rain has washed away all of the joy.
I looked once more around the room.
And there it was.
A small, grubby thing.
‘Knock knock’ said the grubby thing.
‘Who’s there?’ Said I for the seventh time already today.
‘The Joy’ Said the grubby thing. Well. His smile said that anyway.