In the quiet of the evening glow,
Memories flutter like leaves in the breeze,
Stories of laughter and paths we know,
Carved in the whispers of ancient trees.

Children’s footsteps on the wooden floor,
Echoes of joy in the walls we built,
The warmth of love, forevermore,
In the corners where sunlight spilt.

Soft lullabies in the cool night air,
A mother’s touch, a father’s smile,
Simple moments, beyond compare,
Held within our hearts all the while.

As time flows like a gentle stream,
These fragments of life, we cherish and hold,
Family memories, like a sweet dream,
A tapestry of love, woven with gold.