Brenda, at seventy-two, a tapestry of grace, A wife, a mother, whose love leaves no trace, Around the world her spirit freely roams, A teacher, a mentor, building children's homes. Her hands, healing, like whispers on the breeze, Comforting touch, putting weary souls at ease. Legacy woven through lands far and wide, A heart full of wonders, in wisdom's tide. In her embrace, time softly bends, World traveler, where every journey mends. Brenda, a beacon, lighting young minds, A global tapestry of joy, her hands bind.