In the quiet of the old oak tree,
Where laughter danced with the breeze,
Memories wove their gentle threads,
In the tapestry of our shared dreams.

Echoes of voices, soft and warm,
Stories told by fire’s glow,
Each moment a precious gem,
In the treasure chest of time.

Hands held tight on stormy nights,
Guiding through the shadow’s veil,
Love’s light a constant beacon,
In the journey of our intertwined paths.

Now distant shores call our names,
Yet the heart knows where it belongs,
In the embrace of family ties,
Where memories linger, ever strong.