Here’s toMartina

Verse

Martina, the kitchen window’s open wide, A little flour on your sleeve, a good meal on the side. You know when to stir, when to let the onions brown, And how to make a crowded table feel like home in this town.

Chorus

Here’s to sixty years of making room, For one more chair, one more story, one more bloom. With Sesame beside you and a book tucked in your hand, You’ve made a life worth walking through, and we’re glad to understand.

Verse

You take the long way round with Sesame at your pace, He stops to greet the neighbors; you give each one a face. Then home again, where a well-loved novel waits, A quiet cup, a turning page, the afternoon running late.

Chorus

Here’s to sixty years of making room, For one more chair, one more story, one more bloom. With Sesame beside you and a book tucked in your hand, You’ve made a life worth walking through, and we’re glad to understand.

Bridge

The years are not a finish line, They’re all the roads that brought you here. The meals, the miles, the pages turned, The people lucky to be near.

Final chorus

Here’s to Martina, sixty and still growing, With warm bread on the table and a bright path going. With Sesame beside you and new chapters close at hand, May every year bring good days, good books, and friends who understand.

Outro

So lift a glass for Martina tonight, For all she’s shared, and all that’s still in sight.

Happy birthday.