The Roots We Share

Beneath the sky, beneath the earth,

Lies the seed of family’s worth.

A sturdy tree with branches wide,

Its roots run deep, where love resides.

Through seasons harsh and seasons kind,

A bond unbroken, intertwined.

Each leaf a memory, bright or torn,

Each ring a story, old or born.

The laughter echoes, warm and true,

Through tangled roots, through morning dew.

The tears may fall, the storms may roar,

But still, we gather, and love restores.

A kitchen filled with scents and song,

The space where souls and hearts belong.

The stories shared at the table's light,

Echo through years, bringing delight.

Each branch may grow in its own way,

Yet all return at the end of the day.

For what is family but this—

A sanctuary, a place of bliss?

Through time and trials, strong we stand,

A tapestry woven, hand in hand.

No matter how far the winds may blow,

Our roots hold steady in what we know.

So cherish the tree, both old and new,

Its strength, its shade, its endless hue.

For in its shelter, love abides,

And through its roots, our spirit thrives.

Family is not just where we begin—it’s where we always return.