Brandy

A web of magic she will weave,
On Mom and Dad, you will see;
With happy smiles and looks of charm,
She'll have her way, but bring no harm.

Brandy is a special child,
Always happy, a little wild;
Friday the 13th is her day,
When the moon is full, she's always gay.

Blest with these three: faith, hope and love,
By the Master up above;
No tears of sorrow will she shed,
With eyes of green and lips of red.

Little Brandy, we love you,
Not just Mom, not just a few;
The whole world sings of Brandy, Dear,
Throughout the day, throughout the year.



	This poem is about a little girl that was born to a friend of mine. Her mother and I worked together and were good friends. I haven't seen this little girl in many years and I suspect she is a grown woman by now.

	Brandy

	A web of magic she will weave, On Mom and Dad, you will see; With happy smiles and looks of charm, She'll have her way, but bring no harm. Brandy is a special child, Always happy, a little wild; Friday the 13th is her day, When the moon is full, she's always gay. Blest with these three: faith, hope and love, By the Master up above; No tears of sorrow will she shed, With eyes of green and lips of red. Little Brandy, we love you, Not just Mom, not just a few; The whole world sings of Brandy, Dear, Throughout the day, throughout the year.