BREE

BREE

Roger A. Davis

Bree aims to please
Menu selection, she puts you at ease
Stone Creek, her home much of the day
A server with an epicurean way

Braided hair that forms a halo
Bree moves from tables with appreciative eyes in tow
Only one visit, and then on the next
She remembered my favorites without a message text

She seems to carry a burden in her heart
My prayer: It will soon depart
Mushroom soup and chocolate breaded pudding she has served me
Bree has given taste delight memories

Thank you, girl, for waiting on me
And more, with an occasional tease