In the garden of my years, he stands tall,With hands that have weathered time’s embrace,His voice, a gentle call,Leading me…
Beneath the shelter of his steady gaze, I find a world where worries cease, In whispered tales of yesterdays, He…
In the quiet morning light, she stands, A gentle smile, a guiding hand. Her love, a river deep and wide,…
In the gentle shade of the towering oak, A fatherâs gaze watches over her dreams, Whispering tales of yesteryears, As…
In the quiet corners of a house once whole, Echoes of laughter now whispers in the night. Walls hold secrets,…
In the quiet hours of dawnâs gentle glow, A mother rises, with strength to bestow. Her heart a compass, guiding…
In the gentle glow of morning light, We gather hope from those we hold dear, With laughter shared and dreams…
In the quiet corners of our childhood home, Where whispers float in the evening’s glow, We shared secrets no one…
Their hands, like maps of ancient lands, Trace stories etched in gentle lines, With every word, a bridge expands, Connecting…