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
Copyright © Tiffany Saxon | Year Posted 2017
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