In the quiet hum of evening,
We gather around the table,
Sharing fragments of our day,
Weaving stories into a tapestry of us.

No rhymes to define our love,
No meter to measure our care,
Just the silent understanding,
Of hearts beating in unison.

Through the trials and the laughter,
We stand as one, undivided,
Each moment a thread,
Binding us closer, stronger.

Free from the constraints of form,
Our family breathes as one,
In the unending verse of life,
We are poetry in motion.