In the garden of her years, Susan stands tall, Sixty-five candles light her radiant hall. With a heart that's both tender and bold, She's a treasure more valuable than gold. A lover of dogs, with a playful bark, Her companions in woods and parks. Her swing on the golf course, graceful and true, Under skies that are clear and blue. On paths where the mountains kiss the sky, She hikes, where the world's secrets lie. With a paddle in hand on the court’s embrace, Pickleball's rhythm sets a joyous pace. As a mother, she's woven a tapestry bright, Threads of love in the tapestry of life. A friend with laughter, wisdom to lend, Susan, a guide, a light, a friend. At sixty-five, her journey anew, In hearts and memories, she ever blooms.