In a quiet moments, There laughter dances. A melody filling the air, Gentle whispers of comfort, Woven into the fabric to my day. Each shared glance, A sunny patch in the patch work sky, Stories tucked in warm embraces, Memories blossoming like spring flowers, Each one a heartbeat of home. Together, we weave time, Fragile yet robust, A tapestry of jay and roots, My love ones, The anchor of my soul.