In the gentle embrace of a mother’s arms, Lies the warmth that shelters from life’s storms. Her whispers of love,…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Her gentle touch soothes every fear, A beacon in the darkest hour, A…
In the gentle dawn’s embrace they rise, With laughter that dances in the morning light, Daughters, the whispers of the…
In the quiet whispers of the past, Her gentle voice lingers long, A melody in the morning’s breath, A silent…
In the quiet dawn, her voice a gentle breeze, A lullaby of warmth, where all worries cease. Her hands, soft…
In the morning light, they play and run, With laughter echoing in the sun. Little hands grasping dreams untold, As…
In the gentle embrace of time’s tender hold,Grandparents weave stories with threads of gold.Their laughter echoes through halls of yesterday,A…
In the quiet dawn, he stands, steadfast and true, A gentle guardian, with eyes of wisdom deep, His hands, a…
In the warmth of evening’s gentle glow, Laughter dances softly, whispers low, Around the table, stories weave, In shared moments,…
In the quiet halls of our home, Echoes of words unspoken lie, A daughter’s heart, forever roaming, Seeking warmth beneath…