In the garden of my heart, where love's vines gently weave, Blooms a tribute to my Nanny, on this eve of sixty-six. Through years of laughter's echo and comfort's steadfast grieve, Her love a gentle cradle, of countless gentle tricks. She wore a crown of wisdom, in stories softly spun, Her voice a tender lullaby at the setting of the sun. Her hands, maps of devotion, guided through time's haze, Transforming fractured moments into unforgettable days. In her smile, I found solace; in her arms, the world anew, She stitched my dreams with courage and painted skies of blue. From cookies baked with laughter to tales of lands afar, Her love lit darkened pathways, a never-fading star. Nanny’s 66 roses, arranged in heart's bouquet, With each petal lying softly 'til memory's light shall stay. For every whispered bedtime prayer and embers of her night, I celebrate her kindness, my forever guiding light. So here's to you, dear Nanny, with gratitude profound, In the garden of my story, where your love is all around.