The curtains were slightly drawn around
her bed. But I could see Aunty was
propped up on her pillows, spooning
strawberry yoghurt from a big pottle.
I had never felt so relieved, so joyful.
Aunty was clearly relishing this sweet
dessert, like it was something novel,
even illicit. Uncle, William and I stood
still at the end of the bed, not wishing
to disturb this special moment. I could
feel the tears welling in my eyes. Then
Uncle hemmed. Aunty suddenly looked
up and squealed. Oh my, she gasped,
dropping her yoghurt pot. I cantered
to Aunty’s bedside, and wrapped my
arms around her head. I would never
let go.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

175 thoughts on “Joy”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *