“Sheila's 78th birthday”

Seventy-eight sweet candles shine,  
For Sheila, bright as vintage wine—  
A tapestry of golden years  
Embroidered through with joy and tears.

There’s laughter echoing in these walls,  
Old photographs in crowded halls—  
A wedding dress, a porch at dawn,  
The scent of gardens freshly mown.

Her hands have baked a thousand loaves,  
Stitched buttons tight on winter clothes;  
Read bedtime tales—with every line  
Imparting warmth, like summer wine.

Her voice recalls the dances past,  
Her wit, a flame that long will last.  
Grandchildren giggle on her lap,  
Savoring every gentle nap.

The teakettle sings just as it did  
When little feet through hallways slid;  
And neighbors gather, friends arrive,  
To toast the brightest soul alive.

So here’s to Sheila—kind and wise,  
With silver threads and sparkling eyes.  
A birthday song, both bright and true,  
For seventy-eight, and more, with you!

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