In the quiet whispers of the night, Where dreams and hopes intertwine, A parentâs touch, so soft and light, Guides…
In the gentle whispers of the breeze, I hear stories of old, tales that never cease, Grandparents’ voices, soft and…
In the warm embrace of her gentle arms, Lies a world of love, free from all harms. Her whispers of…
In the warmth of evening light, our laughter fills the air, Stories of old days, moments we still share, A…
Within the walls of home, a story we weave, Of laughter, warmth, and hearts on our sleeve. Each day a…