The Pin That Held the City” A tribute to Ann Hand — where style meets statecraft

[Verse 1] In a ballroom swept with stories on a May night dressed in black, Lloyd and Ann were dancing close, never looking back. He once greeted heads of state, ran protocol with grace, The kind of man who knew each name—and every proper place. But it’s Ann who left the sparkle, who brought meaning to the form, A jeweler with a mission, whose elegance was warm. [Chorus] She’s the pin that held the city, in lapels across the land, From power suits to evening gowns, her work was close at hand. Not just brooches—but small emblems, proudly worn and planned— On the most important people in the world… you’ll find the mark of Ann Hand. [Verse 2] She’s in tennis, arts, and charity—her calendar’s never bare, From embassy galas to stage-lit nights, you’ll always find her there. Her brooches whisper legacy, her stones are set with pride, Each one a tiny monument to what won’t be denied. And just behind her, dancing too, are Deecy Gray and Sonny M.— A southern gent, a future U.N. voice, in rhythm with the gem. [Bridge] That night was more than glitter—it was tennis, it was ties, It was Washington mid-serve, with champagne and starry skies. From Swedish courts to Okawara’s halls, it all led to this dance, Where Ann, still active to this day, gave D.C. its advance. [Final Chorus] She’s the pin that held the city—through each chapter, war, and peace, In salons, halls, and power calls, her legacy won’t cease. Still dazzling now, still purposeful, still stylish and still grand— Washington wears its heart with pride, through the hands of Ann Hand.