In the warmth of a mother’s gentle embrace,
Lies the cradle of love, soft and serene,
Where whispered lullabies fill the space,
And dreams unfold in a tender sheen.
A father’s strength, a steadfast guide,
With hands that build and hearts that mend,
Through life’s storms, he stands beside,
A pillar on which we all depend.
Siblings’ laughter, a symphony of play,
Weaving stories in the thread of time,
In their eyes, the echoes of yesterday,
And promises of futures yet to climb.
Together we walk, through night and day,
In the tapestry of love, deeply entwined,
A family’s bond, never to sway,
Forever cherished, in heart and mind.