In the realm of grace, she stands so bright, Aunt Tisha, crowned with golden light. At fifty-five, her laughter rings, With elegance, her spirit sings. A heart so kind, a gentle art, Compassion woven through each part. Her loving warmth, a guiding star, Caring hands that reach afar. Today we celebrate her glow, The blessing of her soul we know. Radiance in every breath, A life of beauty's gentle depth.