In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Memories awaken from days long gone.
A child’s laughter, a fleeting song,
Echoes of a time where we belong.

The sunlit paths we used to tread,
With dreams unspoken, futures ahead.
Faces of friends, now shadows cast,
In the heart, they forever last.

A swing on the porch, the scent of rain,
Moments of joy, and sometimes pain.
Pages of a book, yellowed with age,
Each line a story, each word a stage.

As twilight falls, and stars appear,
The past comes near, ever so clear.
In the tapestry of time, we’re stitched,
Forever bound, forever enriched.