By Matata Mercy
In a house where the sun finds joy to rise,
Beneath the calm of painted skies,
There lives a family, hand in hand,
A woven heart, a golden band.
Image:An illustration of a a family living in harmony.
Each morning wakes with tender grace
A smile on every gentle face,
For love is not a fleeting guest,
It builds a house where souls can rest.
The father tills the garden ground,
The mother makes the hearth resound,
With laughter soft and stories old,
And lessons more than gold or coin.
The children,full of dreams and light,
Help where they can, with hearts so bright,
They share their toys, their hopes, their bread,
With kindness stitched all what they've said.
No task too small, no voice unheard,
They cherish each and every word,
For unity's a scared word
That binds their souls where angels tread.
They give, they grow, they lift, they lean,
Their bond, a quiet, steadfast sheen,
And when the storms of life appear,
They stand as one and never fear.
This is the song the walls have known,
Of love that never walks alone.
A family in harmony, true,
May such a dream belong to you.
Good Luck.👍 👍👍🍫🍫
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