In the glow of eighty candles bright, A writer's heart and poet's might, Nancy stands with tales untold, A soul of silver, never old. Past president of words and ink, In her gaze, the ages link, Well-dressed grace and laughter wide, In every step, an athlete's stride. Her smile, a beacon, warm and true, For kin and friends, she'll see it through, A tapestry of love she's spun, Outshines the stars—a life's grand run.