In summer's gentle, August light, Joyce turns ninety-one tonight. With Scrabble tiles, her mind takes flight, Words crafted with a sharp delight. Linda, Lucia, Paula there, They gather 'round with laughter's flair. Each word they play, a bond they share, In games of wit, beyond compare. Smart and kind, her grace defined, In every word, her soul aligned. Witty, beautiful, she shines, In her presence, time unwinds. A life well-lived, a heart so bright, Joyce turns ninety-one tonight.