In January's chill, at seventy-nine, A heart that dances, a spirit divine, With curls that play in the winter's breeze, And laughter that warms, putting fears at ease. A world tidied clean by her caring hand, Where order and grace walk hand in hand, Dogs in delight, with tails all awhirl, Companions who love her, each furry pearl. Birthday candles flicker, a gentle glow, Reflecting a life in constant flow, A celebration of a spirit bright, Guided by kindness, as day turns to night.