In the twilight glow of ninety years, Jacqueline, a tapestry of laughter and tears, Her heart a steadfast beacon, Catholic and bright, Guiding her brood through both day and night. A widow's strength she wears with grace, In memories of love, she finds her solace. Mother and grandmother, dual realms of care, Her touch as gentle as a whispered prayer. Between French lands and American dreams, Her life, a bridge over flowing streams. In harmony, she plays life’s own song, Musical cadences where hearts belong. In the Catskills’ embrace and Provence’s arms, She nurtures souls with her giving charms. Caring, thoughtful, a love profound, In her presence, only warmth is found. Among the cats and bounding dogs, Chickens, bunnies, bountiful logs, Sheep and calves in pastoral scenes, She weaves her life with gentle means. Oh Jacqueline, of generous heart, In your world, compassion's art— Your loving spirit, guiding light, Ninety years, a wondrous flight.