The Gorgeous Grape-Giver

And she came on an even with a basket of grapes While her smiles reflected in the purplish drupe She said “A treat for your melodious voice A gesture for helping me with my choir’s songs.” And so I took the present home Shared with my sweet sisters, dad and mom But as they ate them all up I realized I had more than enough The fruit may have been all eaten up But the seeds are left on the stall We met again, there were grapes and more And the seed of friendship we come to nurture. Through all the years her vineyard flourished Valentine’s, Christmas, birthdays I was nourished Her love and care kept enduring Return to her a hundredfold was all my wishing. You grape-giver are half-human, half-divine Heaven-sent on the tenth of July I scribbled this poetry with the ink of thy vine For on this day my thanks are all thine. Happy birthday, Gorgeous Melitte!