A Christmas Poem

This was written by my Grandmother under the pseudonym "Bea Kay" several years back when she was still actively writing. I have a collection of her poems that have never been published before and am attempting to gather them together into a self-published book. A lot of them were written particularly for her children and grandchildren, so perhaps this would be a great gift to the family next year...

Sad Clown

I was sifting through some old pictures that I scanned for my parents the other day, to see if I could find some old Halloween ones from when I was a kid and found this cute one from when I had to have been about a year and a half or so...

This is clearly not a happy clown...

Obviously I don't remember being dressed up as such, but knowing that I never, as a child or adult, had much tolerance for having my face painted up for Halloween (still don't), that might have contributed to this bought of melancholy...

Of course, having battled depression for years and seeing my other pics as a kid and not really smiling, could be a sign of the fun I would be having with my emotions! Joy