In the quiet corners of our home,
Where laughter once freely roamed,
I find the echoes of our past,
In memories that forever last.

Photographs in dusty frames,
Tell stories of joys and pains,
Moments fleeting, yet so dear,
Held within, year after year.

The scent of Grandma’s baking,
The sound of Dad’s tools clanking,
Each memory a treasure,
In our hearts, they measure.

As seasons change and years go by,
These memories never die,
In family bonds, strong and true,
Our past lives on in me and you.