In the garden of years, where time softly sings, Sister Betty blooms, beneath life's gentle wings. Eighty-four years, a tapestry spun, Of laughter and wisdom under the sun. Sixty-five years, love's enduring grace, In every glance, an embrace, a sacred space. Through seasons unending, hand in hand they sway, Celebrating journeys woven each day. Candlelit gatherings, hearts all aglow, In the light of her presence, joy does overflow. Here's to Betty, whose spirit takes flight, A beacon of love, in the heart of the night.