Brenda was sobbing in the produce aisle
Her marriage had evaporated
With twins in the second grade
She needed to get ahead
Could she be a romance writer?
Maybe she could
Maybe she would
She wrote early in the morning
And after the kids went to bed
As an adjunct professor
She kept the kids fed
Writing, dreaming of love
And being oh so lonely
She would not date on the internet
Because deception is real
She wrote of a handsome man
With a heart she could steal
That day at the supermart
Was the first of many more
For someone came to comfort her
Meet Henry, who managed the store
Tall, dark and handsome, he stopped
“Are you OK,” he said
He put his arm around her
Then whispered,
“Can I buy you a smoothie?”
Brenda said “Sure”
Now Henry had his own issue
His wife had died in an accident
He too was hurt
He was scared of love
But very kind
Still, he was hopeful
Though flying blind
She thereafter shopped daily
At The Old Farm Store
Henry was always there to greet her
To make sure she got the best discounts
As to her book, she self-published and it took off
The protagonists are based on Henry
And Brenda of course
Now they’re living the truth
Proof that love can rise up from sorrow
Even from a produce aisle
There’s hope in every tomorrow
Makes one smile