In the quiet of the morning light,
Unseen threads weave tales of old,
Binding hearts that beat as one,
In a tapestry of love untold.

Laughter echoes through the halls,
Memories etched in walls and doors,
A symphony of voices, near and far,
Singing songs of yesteryears.

Through trials and triumphs, hand in hand,
We forge a path, together we stand,
In the embrace of kin, we find our way,
A family’s strength, come what may.

Seasons change, and years roll by,
Yet the bond remains, steadfast and high,
In the heart’s core, forever it stays,
The essence of family, in endless praise.