Nanny Jean, a beacon bright, Eighty years young, a guiding light. Two decades gone, you moved next door, Neighbors then, now hearts that soar. For Connor, your gentle hand did steer, From baby steps to teenage cheer. With Woody, your love so profound, A trusted heart when we're not around. In every storm, your anchor stands, A giving soul, with open hands. More than friends, in truth, it's known, You're the family we've made our own. Here's to you, our cherished Jean, In life's grand tapestry, you're the seam.