Tonight we celebrate
A birthday. An icon. An age we shan't discuss.
(Who Is Definitely Not 50)
The Chaos say she's ageless,
The mirror tends to agree,
While time has tried its hardest,
Jane's won convincingly.
She's smashing, yes — that's science,
A fact, not flattery,
The kind of woman carbon-dated
At "perpetually thirty."
So raise a glass this evening,
To a woman in her prime,
Who's collected forty-nine years' wisdom
Without collecting time.
Happy Birthday, dearest Jane —
We shan't discuss the number.
Just know you're loved, you're luminous,
And frankly? Still a stunner. 🥂
Jane in her element
Still lifes by Jane Chao — because the woman paints like a dream
Write something lovely for Jane