In Berryscroft Court, where laughter rings, Linda turns sixty-eight, a queen without kings. Kind and sincere, her heart's gentle light, A friend, a mother, a grandmother's delight. No dresses for her, she walks her own way, With love in her actions, not just in her say. To Marrakesh's warmth, her spirit takes flight, Painting new memories, vibrant and bright. A wonderful soul, life’s tapestry she mends, A beacon of joy to family and friends. In desert sands, under the Moroccan sky, Linda steps forward, wings ready to fly.