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The Home Going of a Poetess
Those of us who knew her
called her Joyce, the Queen of Mutington's Meadow. She called those who posted poetry at Mutington's Meadow her Meadowlarks.
When I received the news of Joyce's death, sadness filled my heart. I thought of the many times I had shared some of
my poetry or stories with her. She was always gracious, and willing to offer help to improve something that I had written.
She had a gift of encouraging others in their writing. Nothing made her happier than to see a poet excel in what they had
penned.
I knew Joyce suffered much pain as we had talked about it. I was so saddened that she had to endure all
that pain. The longer I thought about the loss of Joyce, the more it came to me her suffering was over. I believe it
was Drew who said, "Joyce would want none of us to spend much time grieving or mourning. She would want those left behind
to enjoy life to the fullest and cherish her memory."
Whenever I think of Joyce, I will remember her with fondness
and gratitude. She was a very special lady. I know of no one who cared more about seeing struggling poets and
writers have an opportunity to soar. I will always be grateful for that.
Good-bye dear friend...
Wanda
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