The Licencee Poem by Tracy Sullivan

The Licensee.



Helen Turner is her name,
Hosting people is her game,
Smiles and welcome
Comes across the bar
And it doesn't matter who you are.


A loving lady is what comes across,
And in her pub... She is the boss.
A listening ear with a kind heart,
And with enthusiasm she throws a dart.


If sadness falls upon a friend,
she is there until the end.
Company or a listening ear.
Shows she's special and very dear.


A Licensee and a good friend,
For whom I write this at the end.
You're like a Mum or Aunt to some
because our trust and hearts
you've won!


Now wishing you a special day,
Birthday candles to blow away.
May your wishes all come true..
As nobody deserves them
more than you.