In the gentle light of morningâs grace, Their laughter dances, filling space, With tiny hands they grasp the world, In…
In the quiet whispers of the night, A mother’s love shines ever bright. Her gentle hands and tender care, Guide…
Beneath the gentle glow of the moon, Sons wander through the fields of dreams, Whispering tales to the night, As…
In gardens where laughter blooms so bright, Little feet dance with pure delight. Their eyes, a sparkle in the sun,…
In the cradle of dawn, her voice softly sings, A lullaby woven with dreams and wings. Guiding him through paths…
In the gentle whisper of dawn’s embrace, Sons rise with courage, hearts in place, Their dreams woven in threads of…
In the garden of dreams, where time gently flows, A grandson wanders, where the wildflowers grow. He listens to the…
In the cradle of gentle whispers, a bond begins to weave, A sonâs first breath, a motherâs heart learns to…
Little feet take tiny steps, Exploring worlds unknown, With every fall and every leap, Their confidence has grown. Years go…
Beneath the vast and endless skies, they roam, The sons of earth, in search of distant lands, With hearts of…