To Robin, at sixty-five, a jubilee of grace, Through shadows of trials, you’ve held a brave face. The chemo is over, the storm clouds have passed, The joy of good news brings light that will last. Monday nights glow with our laughter and cheer, While cards dance like leaves, swift and sincere. As our husbands find solace in football’s embrace, We weave bonds of friendship, a sweet, timeless space. April whispers of weddings, love’s blooming delight, A future of happiness gleams, radiant and bright. Your kindness and strength, like jeweled strands they bind, Threads of beauty and courage in the soul intertwined. Dear Robin, you shine with a heart rich and vast, A treasure of warmth, both gentle and steadfast. With a foot massage given from Deanna and me, May you find rest and joy, boundless and free.