In the caravan under the starlit night, Jessie turns twenty-one with pure delight. Laughter echoes as the bath fills with bubbles, Her funny hairdresser visits and bursts all troubles. Shoes are scattered, a rainbow of hues, Dancing steps in the dusk, leaving carefree clues. Her daughter watches, eyes wide with love, A mirror of past, a future dreamt of. Grown-up now, yet the twinkle remains, In funny tales and sensible refrains. This family holiday, a cherished affair, Weaves threads of love, beyond compare.