In the heart’s quiet chamber, whispers reside,
Stories of laughter and tears intertwined.
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
Where every moment, a story unfolds.

From the cradle of dawn to twilight’s embrace,
Family’s warmth, a comforting grace.
Hands that hold, and voices that guide,
Through stormy seas and gentle tides.

In the garden of memories, blossoms bloom,
Echoes of love in every room.
With roots deep as the ancient oak,
The bonds of family never broke.

We gather in circles, around the flame,
Sharing dreams and whispering names.
In this tapestry of love, we find our place,
Bound by time, held in eternal embrace.