In a world of golden days, turns fifty now Renee, Our baby sister, heart so bright, a beacon warm and gay. Though her voice, a joyful tune, not quite in perfect key, Her laughter, sweet and resonant, springs forth like melody. Spoiled by love, in childhood's arms, she danced through time's embrace, Her life a song of colors bold, etched with beauty, grace. As candles flicker, past and now, together intertwined, Renee’s heart, forever vibrant, like a rare and precious find.