In the glow of the evening fire,
Stories unfold, woven with care,
Echoes of laughter, a gentle choir,
Binding hearts with love to spare.

The old clock ticks, a steady pace,
Marking time with timeless grace,
Memories dance in flickering light,
Anchored in warmth, pure and bright.

Tea cups clink, a ritual shared,
Simple moments, deeply revered,
Words exchanged in tender tones,
Building bridges, mending stones.

Through trials and joys, hand in hand,
A tapestry woven across the land,
English family, a cherished embrace,
In unity’s fold, a sacred place.