In the twilight's gentle gleam, Retirement calls with a soft dream. Gill, the teacher, wise and true, Who shaped young minds, imbued them new. Her lessons echoed, hearts they reached, Each word a beacon, softly preached. In her class, laughter and light, Guided by her brilliant sight. We raise a toast to days once shared, To wisdom given and souls repaired. May her journey now be as grand, As the legacy she leaves on this noble land.