Please see the previous post for the explanation for this one x

Ladies and gentlemen, please gather near,

It’s time to celebrate someone we hold very dear. 

The matriarch, the boss, the family’s own planner 

The woman, the myth, the legend… “Our Anna”.

She’s the glue that holds us all in place,

With patience, with humour, and an unmatched grace. 

She’s always available, day or night,

To fix your problems or help your plight.

Do you need a haircut? She’ll sort you out— 

A mean one too, of that there’s no doubt.

One snip, two snips—voilà, you’re all new, 

Even if you didn’t ask her to.

And let not forget – she hacks her own hair straight

Terrifying, yes.. but somehow, it mostly looks Great

Essays and letters? Oh, she’s got the knack. 

School troubles, legal battles—she’s got your back.

She’ll craft you the perfect words with flair,

While you just sit there, pulling out your hair.

She is proud of her people, she loves her whole crew,

And she somehow knows your news before you’ve even got a clue.

Her friends aren’t exempt  – she’s got them as well. 

Honestly, if she doesn’t know about it, did it even happen? Hard to tell!

Her brownies, “Nannie’s special treat”

Are basically therapy, that you can eat.

And when the oil starts to heat and fume,

It fills the house with a thick, sweet perfume.

She tastes as she cooks, one bite, maybe more..

Soon she’s floating two feet off the floor.

Feeling sad? Have one, two or three. Feeling happy? Well… have more, they’re free.

 At Abode, she’s basically part of the staff.

They see her coming and try not to laugh.

“Back again?” they say with glee 

“Yes,” she replies, “you know it’s me.”

She’ll trade her pickles for coffee and bread

and leave glowing reviews that everyone has read.

 Advice? She’s got it. Support? She’s there.

With kindness, wisdom, and snacks to spare. 

She’ll feed you up, she’ll cheer you on,

She’ll talk your ear off till your worries are gone.

 She’s adventurous, funny, a good egg indeed,

Laughs at her own jokes until she can’t breathe.

Tears streaming, shoulders shaking—

And somehow, we’re the ones left aching.

 So here’s to Anna—our rock, our star,

The one who loves us, just as we are.

On this Non-birthday, we raise a cheer, 

For the woman we’re lucky to have and hold dear.

 Happy unbirthday to “our Anna”! May your world be bright,

Your jokes be funny, and your brownies always baked just right.

Your Abode trips a plenty, and your laughter loud…

Because honestly, Anna, you make us all proud.