In the garden of our time and space, Three sisters grew with gentle grace. The middle bloom, a steady light, Sweet Susan, shines with warmth and might. Seventy years, a tapestry spun, Moments of joy, each thread has won. Between the oldest and the young, Her heart a song forever sung. A pillar strong, a laughter bright, In Susan's eyes, the world's delight. We gather now to celebrate, This cherished soul, her joyous fate. For you, dear sister, ageless muse, Your spirit, a timeless ruse. With love and light, we toast to you, Susan, our eternal bloom.