In Buffalo where snowflakes twirl, Aunt Dorothy’s hair a silver pearl, Eighty-eight years, her stories unfold, A sister, a friend, a heart of gold. Through daffodils that brave the frost, She finds the poems she thought were lost, Each verse a testament to faith’s embrace, In her eyes, timeless grace. Her laughter dances on the breeze, Like whispers through the autumn trees, In weathered hands, a world of dreams, A life well-lived amid life’s streams. Here’s to Dorothy, guiding light, With poetry, she takes her flight, Boundless spirit, forever free— A cherished aunt, a legacy.