Upon this gentle dawn, young Frances wakes,
With dreams anew, her journey just begun,
Each breath a song, each heartbeat softly makes
The world anew beneath a rising sun.
Katherine’s arms, a cradle warm and kind,
Owen’s gaze, a lighthouse through the night,
In their embrace, sweet solace you will find,
Their whispers guiding stars with gentle light.
Small hands unfurl like petals in the spring,
Your laughter paints the day with colours bright,
In every step, hope’s quiet fluttering,
A promise gleams in every morning light.
So may your path be blessed, dear Frances, true,
A life of love, and skies forever blue.