Introduction: One of our favorite check-out ladies at Porters Grocery on 5th Street, here in Alpine, Texas, U. S. A., having recently found out that I occasionally write poetry, asked me to write her one. Of course, I was honored and delivered it to her on Monday. Today is: Tuesday, May 28, 2019, Vance Jones’ birthday!!! Happy Birthday, Vance,
and thanks for letting me write you a poem, Brenda. Best wishes, The Mystic Poet:
“QUEEN BRENDA SMILES!” a poem 27 Mayo 2019 [Memorial Day Monday!]
Brenda can mend-a-any de-fect-in-any soul,
For, her love, it-is-splenda-[n]-d, and-she-is in con-trol,
Of the check-ins and check-outs – at The Store of 5 Streets!
It’s Cinco! My-Oh!-My, oh! Yes, She-has “manna treats!”
Yes, our Brenda serves food – to the destitute-and-blind,
To the carefree – and -ornery – to-the-righteous! and-un-kind,
For She loves all her neighbors – and The Book of Life shows,
That Brenda – can-send-ya where no-body goes:
To: The Heart of The Universe; to: The Bosom of God!
Brenda’s His Queen, and we all should applaud,
Her! (pause) For-stooping-to-serve-us our-Da-i-ly-Bread,
Without-which-we’d-surely all-be quite-dead!!
She-IS “The-Supreme-PORTER!” She-carries all-our-woes,
And-blesses-us-at “check-out-time,” For she-surely-knows:
THE-WORLD’S-A-“SPHERE-OF-SORROWS,” yet, we-SHALL-en-dure,
IF-Brenda will-but-SMILE! for-her-smile-is THAT-PURE!