The Beauty of Brenda

There came a time... When my mother and grandmother couldn't Do it... yet you did Aunt Brenda. For you already had four queens... Jina Tara Shannon and Trena... Of who could sing. Yet; You made room for a fifth without any hidden agenda and took me up under your wings... And once settled; Then your five song birds began to sing... fine tunes of love, faith and trust... Blended with the rhythm of... flutes, soft keys and poetic strings Alongside a base which is always a must; and as we sang... Everything began to mix In combination with Roy's genetics and God's sound of harmonious nature... That struck a chord of love and partnership And Ultimately branched the bond of Hope, Togetherness, and Unforeseen dreams That manifested into God's formation of a family and a team. So now I can stand alongside with my song birds and tweet... I love you and thank you. And as your birds sing... "You are the type of beauty that's so hard to find... A true replica of the blue diamond hidden way up in the sky... for its so rare and unique and has stood alone until the end of time; That's because it's of you... Our one and only Brenda and our one of a kind". So in the end I thank God for his musical agenda; And my four sisters of whom were created by Roy and our mom... THE BEAUTY OF BRENDA