In the attic where old echoes dwell, Nancy's laughter, a timeless bell, Since fifth grade, through hallways wide, In high school days, we stood side by side. To James Taylor and Cat Stevens sung, Carol King's dreams from rafters hung. A minister of wisdom, heart so true, Intelligent and kind, always breaking through. Walker of paths where stories unfold, A reader of worlds, a writer bold. At seventy, a light that doesn't dim, Always there for others, rain or rim. Nancy, a friend, forever in flow, A mosaic of grace, where love will grow.