In Golders Hill, where ducks once fed, Susan's laughter, like the bread, Echoed with her children's glee, A joyful symphony by the trees. From opal fruits in pockets small, To spinning wildly in the hall, Her grandchildren twirled in delight, A dance with love, pure and bright. Now seventy years, a milestone grand, In Israel's warm and welcoming land, She shines with grace, forever young, With tales of ducks and sweets and spun. So here's to Susan, vibrant and true, May joy and laughter follow you!