Family is a circle, a bond so deep,
A sheltering embrace when the world feels steep.
It’s the laughter that echoes through halls at night,
The whispered goodnights that make everything right.

It’s the scent of breakfast on a Sunday morn,
The stories retold until they are worn,
The faces that glow in candlelight’s gleam,
A patchwork of memories sewn into a dream.

It’s the warmth of a hug after years apart,
The steadying hand when life falls apart.
It’s the tears we share and the hands we hold,
The love that’s been there since we were old enough to be told.

It’s the joy in a baby’s innocent eyes,
The comfort we seek when a loved one dies.
It’s the moments of silence that speak more than words,
A symphony of heartbeats, a song never heard.

Through the storms of life and its endless chore,
Family is the lighthouse guiding us to shore.
It’s the laughter, the tears, the fights, the grace,
A forever kind of love that time can’t erase.

No matter the distance, no matter the miles,
Family is the reason our hearts can smile.
For home is not a place we find on a map,
It’s the people we love, it’s where we’re held, safe, in a lap.

So here’s to the family, the old and the new,
To the bonds that stay strong no matter what we go through.
For family is a gift that we hold in our soul,
A treasure of love that makes us whole.