In the quiet of our humble home,
Where whispers of the past still roam,
The echoes of ancestral love,
Surround us like a gentle glove.
Through trials faced and tears shed,
Their strength and wisdom where we tread,
A legacy of hearts entwined,
In every laugh and every kind.
The bond of family, deep and true,
In every moment, old and new,
From roots that anchor to skies above,
We grow together, bound by love.
In the tapestry of time we weave,
Stories of those who once believed,
That love and family, hand in hand,
Make life a journey, grand and planned.