In the quiet corners of our shared home,
Laughter echoes like an ancient song.
Each room a tapestry of stories sewn,
With threads of love, both tender and strong.

Photographs line the walls with grace,
Frozen smiles in frames of gold.
A mirror of time, each familiar face,
Holding moments we fondly hold.

The kitchen, a sanctuary of warm embrace,
Filled with aromas of meals once made.
Here, around the table, we found our place,
In the simple joys, our bonds were laid.

Underneath the old oak tree, we played,
Its branches held our dreams aloft.
In its shade, our childhood never fades,
Memories woven in whispers soft.