In the quiet hum of family, we find
Echoes of laughter and whispers of dreams,
A tapestry woven through time,
Where every thread holds a story unseen.

The gentle gaze of a grandmother’s eye,
Warm as the sun on a winter’s morn,
Her tales are stars in a boundless sky,
Guiding us through paths well-worn.

A brother’s shoulder, strong and wide,
A fortress built from shared memories,
Together in joy, together in strife,
Binding us in unspoken harmonies.

In the embrace of family we learn,
The dance of life, the gift of giving,
And as seasons change, we return,
To the roots that keep our hearts living.