In the quiet of the morning light, Forty years now softly greet, A tapestry of days gone by, Woven with…
In the gentle glow of candlelight, We trace the years that softly wove, Stories of laughter, whispers of night, In…
In the dawn of forty’s grace, A gentle whisper of time’s embrace, Echoes of laughter, tears softly trace, A tapestry…
At the cusp of forty, where dreams take flight, A dance between memories and the coming light. A tapestry woven…
At forty, life begins anew, A chapter bright with morning dew. The wisdom gained, the paths explored, Each moment cherished,…
In the quiet moments before dawn breaks, Tiny hands clutch my finger tight. Dreams of future, hopes that awake, In…
Four decades have now come and gone, A journey marked by hope and song. The road was winding, sometimes steep,…
At forty, life begins anew, a journey so profound, With wisdom gained and dreams in view, our spirits unbound. Each…