Eighty rings the bell of time, Aunt Avra's glow, a light sublime. Her love, a tapestry spun wide, With grandchildren gathered by her side. A gentle heart through decade's dance, A great aunt's gift—a second chance. Her laughter ripples, warm and free, In every smile, her legacy. Though years may weave their gentle creed, In love's embrace, she's rich indeed. A loving lighthouse, guiding bright, Through every storm, a steadfast light.