In silent rooms where shadows play,
Memories dance in gentle sway,
A clock ticks softly in the night,
Echoes of years in fading light.

The whispers of a bygone day,
Where laughter lingered, children at play,
Old photographs, a smiling face,
Stories held in a warm embrace.

The garden blooms, a vibrant past,
Where seasons change but moments last,
A rocking chair, a quiet sigh,
As twilight paints the evening sky.

In every line, in every fold,
The tales of life, both young and old,
A heart that beats with tender grace,
In the gentle rhythm of time’s embrace.