In the heart of our home, where warmth fills the air,
Where laughter is loud and the moments we share,
The walls hold the stories, the memories we’ve made,
With art as our canvas, our lives beautifully laid.
The paintings, the sculptures, the things that we see,
Connect us to moments of who we used to be.
Each brushstroke a whisper, each frame a soft call,
To the love we once lived, to the joy we recall.
In times of despair, when the world feels too wide,
The art on the walls brings us peace, calm inside.
A landscape of color, a face full of grace,
The brush’s soft motion, a warm, gentle place.
We grew up with these pieces, each one our own,
A childhood of colors, of hues brightly sown.
They carried our hearts, they held all our dreams,
And in every glance, they still whisper and gleam.
And oh, how we gather, together we sit,
Sharing food, sharing drink, where love softly lit.
The kitchen, the table, the meal passed with care,
These are the blessings, the moments we share.
A toast to the memories, a bite of the past,
Family’s the treasure that always will last.
Through hardships and joy, through losses and gains,
In our home, with our art, our love remains.
So here we will sit, and here we will stay,
A circle of warmth in the light of the day.
For the home, the art, the food, and the cheer,
Are the blessings of blessings, forever held dear.
