Saturday is Brenda’s birthday. Always a happy day for me. (©Ted Pease, 2007)Trinidad friends send this:
Ode To Brenda
By Melody Hamilton
There she goes, that gal across the road,
running after her sweetie’s Toad.
Dogs on leashes, jogging shoes flyin’,
she’ll get to the beach while he’s still untyin’.
She’ll wave and send him a gleeful shout.
She’ll still be runnin’ when his boat’s worn out.
Yoga, veggies—she doesn’t eat much cake.
We only have to guess what wishes to make.
Brenda’s Birthday’s here!
Amazing Woman, nothing to hide.
We send lovely dreams of the Surf and the Tide.
By Melody Hamilton
There she goes, that gal across the road,
running after her sweetie’s Toad.
Dogs on leashes, jogging shoes flyin’,
she’ll get to the beach while he’s still untyin’.
She’ll wave and send him a gleeful shout.
She’ll still be runnin’ when his boat’s worn out.
Yoga, veggies—she doesn’t eat much cake.
We only have to guess what wishes to make.
Brenda’s Birthday’s here!
Amazing Woman, nothing to hide.
We send lovely dreams of the Surf and the Tide.
and hugs, M, G and C across the lane
2 comments:
That is a beautiful picture. You are so lucky to have each other. Thanks for sharing this moment. Awwwwwwww.................
Ode To Brenda
By Melody Hamilton
There she goes, that gal across the road, running after her sweetie's Toad
Dogs on leashes, jogging shoes flyin', she'll get to the beach while he's still untyin'
She'll wave and send him a gleeful shout. She'll still be runnin' when his boat's worn out.
Yoga, veggies--she doesn't eat much cake. We only have to guess what wishes to make.
Brenda's Birthday's here!
Amazing Woman, nothing to hide. We send lovely dreams of the Surf and the Tide.
and hugs, M, G and C across the lane
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