I enjoy illustrating poems. I mostly use old pictures of my kids or animals or flowers or even myself as models/guides for my illustrations. Sometimes I combine pictures. This is a good example of that. I took an old picture of my daughter, put her on a picture of my current neighborhood and traded her hair for curlier hair because that’s how I pictured the child in my poem. The hardest part of this picture? Getting the flesh tone right.

Joy is
By Michelle Garren-Flye
Joy is an unruly child
she belongs to one of the neighbors
I know not which
but she pops in unexpectedly
then disappears for months on end
just as I get used to having her around
she has a mop of golden curls
like an angel’s halo
she’s loud and boisterous
for a while
then tiptoes out
and I don’t realize
she’s gone
until I miss her
I wish I knew to whom she belonged
and I’d be able to seek her out
when light and sparkle have dulled
and I want someone to sing me a song
but instead I just have to sit and wait
as evening shadows creep up on me
hoping the next step on the walk
will be the dancing one I recognize
Illustration and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
This is beautiful! I had an imaginary friend when I was a little girl with golden curls. I imagined her as I was reading your poem. Thank you for this memory.
I’m so glad it had a special meaning for you!