At ninety-seven, Florrie strolls with grace, Through Lakeside lanes, a familiar place. In Marks and Spencer, memories unfold, Where tales of yore in each aisle are told. At Wallis she pauses, eyes bright and keen, Choosing colors like she’s seventeen. Her makeup’s a canvas, artful and bright, Reflecting a spirit, eternally light. Her hair is set weekly, a crown of pride, While whispers of Eddie linger beside. Barbara smiles, a bond profound, With Florrie’s love endlessly wound. Generosity spills from her gentle hold, A life well-lived, a heart of gold. Between fond embraces and stories divine, Florrie’s legacy continues to shine.