In the garden of seventy-five years, Judy sows seeds of joy, wiping fears. With wisdom bound in pages worn, She's turned story-time into a dawn. Books like old friends line her shelves, Mirrors of worlds she's shared with elves. Her hands, forever branching new, Cultivate dreams, trails to pursue. In vibrant realms she makes her way, Lit by the lamp of each new day. A giver, artist; her heart expands, Tending life's bloom with gentle hands. Here's to Judy, seventy-five grand, In life's rich soil, she's made her stand. With every year, her spirit soars, A gardener of grace, forever explores.