Through shards of colors, sunlight's dance, My sister Nancy crafts her trance. At sixty-one, with glass she weaves, A world where love in hues believes. Her hands once guided me through night, In patterns bold and soft with light. Each panel tells a story shared, Of secrets held and dreams declared. Oh Nancy, artist of the soul, Your spirit glows beyond control. In every cut and glazed embrace, I see your heart and feel your grace. I love you more than words convey, In every glass, your warmth will stay.