On memory's porch we sit and sway,
Watching life's pictures come and play.
From children's games to wrinkles wise,
Stories unfold before our eyes.
Heart's quiet rooms hold whispers true,
Of kindness, faith, in shades of blue.
Love's gentle hand, a constant guide,
Walking with us, side by side.
Time's golden thread, it winds and weaves,
Hope and forgiveness, what it leaves.
Planting joy in every day,
Chasing shadows far away.
With lessons learned and hands held tight,
We step toward dawn, bathed in soft light.
His love our compass, ever true,
Leading us to skies of endless blue.