In Carolina's gentle arms they thrive, Where echoes of the Blue Ridge rarely hide. A mother's love, profound and infinite, With four bright stars that round her orbit glide. Three sons, like verses bold and free, A daughter’s grace adds harmony, Four children grown, each soul unique, Their laughter blends like music sweet. Four grandchild voices lift her heart, In life's great symphony, a perfect part. The garden blooms beneath her care, A verdant poem, whispered on the air. And by her side, a loyal hound, In fields of green they can be found. Through blooming gardens and rhythmic song, Her life's a sonnet, sweet and strong.