Ninety years, Phyllis, a life so grand, An Irish heart, with warmth of the land, A gentle smile, like a lullaby sung, To tunes of Sinatra, forever young. Her rosary beads, in faithful prayer, A testament to love, in every care. Through whispers of joy, her laughter flies, A beacon of kindness, in bright Irish skies. In each tender moment, she softly sways, An embrace of grace, in her gentle ways. Happy melodies in her heart reside, Phyllis, our cherished, eternal guide.