Your years have led to brighter ways,
where intellect and kindness blend.
You meet the world with keen-eyed gaze,
and questions lit like sparks that blaze—
a mind that never finds an end.

Your hands—so skilled at calming fear—
have held the weary through their pain.
A nurse whose presence draws us near,
whose voice makes tangled worries clear,
and helps the hurting breathe again.

Your creativity runs deep,
a river always finding more.
New wonders wait within your keep:
The sweeter thoughts like fruit you reap
become ideas I can’t ignore.

And so, your birthday greets you now—
a tender mark of how you’ve grown
for time, though quick, has shown me how
you live a grace that I can’t allow
my heart to praise in words alone.

You stand more lovely with each year—
not just in form, but soul and mind:
A woman rare, uniquely dear,
whose light grows gentler, bright, and clear,
and shows your beauty re-defined.