In the quiet of the morning light,
Unseen threads weave tales of old,
Binding hearts that beat as one,
In a tapestry of love untold.
Laughter echoes through the halls,
Memories etched in walls and doors,
A symphony of voices, near and far,
Singing songs of yesteryears.
Through trials and triumphs, hand in hand,
We forge a path, together we stand,
In the embrace of kin, we find our way,
A familyâs strength, come what may.
Seasons change, and years roll by,
Yet the bond remains, steadfast and high,
In the heartâs core, forever it stays,
The essence of family, in endless praise.