In the gentle morning light, we gather,
Whispers of love in the air like a song,
Bound by threads unseen, yet strong,
In the tapestry of our family, ever together.

Through laughter and tears, we weave,
Stories etched in the heart, never to leave,
Each memory a stitch, careful and neat,
In the fabric of time, where we all meet.

In the quiet corners of our shared dreams,
Hope flickers like candlelight, softly gleams,
Guiding us through the shadows and night,
Family, our beacon, our eternal light.

And as the seasons change and fade away,
Our love remains, a constant, a stay,
In the embrace of kin, we find our peace,
Together, forever, our spirits never cease.