In Belfast's embrace, on April's dawn, A morning light, a life is drawn, Elizabeth named, with spirit bright, Born on the crest of laughter's delight. Her laughter rose like springtime's song, In west Belfast, where hearts belong, A gentle spark, a cherished jest, In every soul, she's warmly blessed. Among the streets where stories blend, A playful joke her fate would send, Yet truth she holds, her heart's pure flame, Elizabeth, heralded by April’s name.