In the tender light of eighty-five, Where love and care in whispers thrive, A tapestry of years well-spun, Thank you, God, for this beloved one. Her hands have sewn both cloth and care, Crafting warmth beyond compare, Yet on the court, with youthful grace, She dances, quick—a thrilling chase. In laughter's play and joyous dance, With every step, she takes her chance, Her spirit, strong, abides in love, A gift from God, our stars above. With thankful hearts, in pews we sit, For mum, whose love, well-woven, knit, Blessings count, this life replete, Her journey made of memories sweet. As church bells ring the peace-filled air, We bow our heads, thank God in prayer— For all she's been, and still must be, A guiding light for us to see.