In Milan's embrace, where art meets the skies, Kerrie celebrates another year, a joy that never dies. With Brendan beside her, they twirl dough with grace, Pasta ribbons dance, a memory to trace. Usually the host, where laughter's the king, Her humor lifts spirits, like birds on the wing. A paraprofessional, guiding with care, In life's grand feast, her talents are rare. Her culinary magic, a savory delight, Fills hearts and bellies with warmth through the night. Italy whispers, "Auguri!" with a festive air, As Kerrie, radiant, beams beyond compare.