In her gentle gaze, wisdom's light, An ember burning, warm and bright. At eighty-seven, time's soft grace, Lines of laughter touch her face. Her mind, a beacon, sharp and clear, Guiding souls she holds so dear. In classrooms, hearts and lives she twines, Planting seeds of dreams and signs. With tender hands and open heart, She sculpted futures from the start. Her caring spirit, vast and wide, A river drawn from love's deep tide. Students, friends, and family sing, The praises of her nurturing. A legacy of kindness sewn, In every life her light has grown.