In the garden of life's gentle flow, Where rivers of time unceasingly go, Blooms a flower at the age of forty, Mary, with love-filled stories, so hearty. She walks with grace in the morning light, With a heart that shines, ever so bright. A partner in love, a wife with grace, In her family’s embrace, she’s found her place. Two children, stars in her tender skies, Reflect her warmth and motherly ties. Her kindness weaves their world in gold, In every hug, her love is told. At forty years, a milestone sweet, With every heart she’s meant to greet. Dear Mary, the years stretch wide, Filled with love on every side.