In a garden of years where memories bloom, Her laughter still echoes across every room. At seventy springs, where adventures unfold, She's young in her heart, her spirit, bold and gold. With a glass of Prosecco, the bubbles arise, Like dreams of her youth, sparkling bright in her eyes. A beacon of strength, endlessly supportive and true, In her presence, we gather—a party anew. For the mum who is timeless, cool as the breeze, Her love is the song that sways through the trees. Here's to the moments and joys she'll impart, A celebration of life and her radiant heart.