I think of you this time of year because you'd always fuss
   
You made Halloween extra special for the nine of us 

You sewed or made sure all your kids had costumes every year

No violence for decorations; you did ours with cheer


The pumpkins from our garden we would pick before the freeze

And we would carve all weekend as we made sweet memories 

A candle in the middle of each one would make them light

Our yard would be so beautiful every Halloween night


In Winter, you loved Christmas, also Easter in the Spring

I loved how you would play piano and we all would sing

Your voice sounded like joy, no wonder your mom named you Joyce

I'd pick you from a thousand moms, if they gave me my choice


I think of you this time of year, so I wrote you this poem

I'm almost ten years older than when God had called you home

But Halloween reminds me of the fun things we would do

So when it is this time of year, I always think of you