At eighty-four, she dances through the aisle, A legacy of laughter, grace, and style. Mom and Grandma, wise with memories vast, In aisles of Costco, treasures from the past. Nestlé Crunch in a red cart nestled tight, Sweet echoes of our childhood pure delight. A pause at Walmart, where the rollbacks gleam, With Abby, the loyal dog, beside our dream. McDonald's Frappes, a frothy treat so grand, Chilled whispers of an afternoon well-planned. Through cleaning chores with a joyous heart, Her love, like gentle art, a tender, timeless part.