In the gentle whispers of the night,
Family stories weave their light,
Binding hearts with threads unseen,
In love’s embrace, where we have been.

A mother’s lullaby soft and sweet,
A father’s footsteps strong and neat,
In every word and tender touch,
Lives a love that means so much.

Brothers, sisters, hand in hand,
Building castles in the sand,
Laughter echoes through the years,
Wiping away our childish tears.

Though time may stretch and paths divide,
The bonds of family never hide,
In every heart, they find their space,
In every soul, their gentle grace.