In a world of stories found and told, Lives Noelle, just eight years old, With nimble fingers, craft and weave, A tapestry of dreams she’ll achieve. Her love for books, a boundless sea, Adventures call, she runs with glee, In library nooks, her heart's delight, Where pages turn and worlds ignite. Irish dance, her feet swift and free, A rhythm born of ancestry, She twirls and leaps, her spirit bold, In every step, a tale retold. A sibling’s hug, a gentle cheer, Her love steadfast, forever near, With acts of kindness, words untold, A caring heart, a heart of gold. Her thoughtful ways, a light so warm, Through art, and dance, her passion forms, In every role she plays, she’s true, Dear Noelle, the world’s bright hue.