Brenda at sixty, a tapestry spun, A wife, a mother, her warmth like the sun. A Nanny who cradles her grands with great care, An aunt and a sister whose love is laid bare. Eight little blessings dance through her days, Three children, their partners, all weaving her ways. In family she finds her essence and might, A fierce lioness when things aren't quite right. Her heart beats in pink, hues gentle and bold, A friend through all seasons, a treasure to hold. For those she cherishes, she's love and she's fire, Brenda, in full, is a soul to admire.