In rhythm strong and sweet, a tale unfolds, Of home where love in every corner holds. A mother's hands that weave the morning light, A father’s voice, a steady, guiding rite. The kitchen hums with laughter, warm and bright, As pancakes stack like sunlit golden height. Siblings race through halls with joyful cries, While shadows stretch beneath the twilight skies. Grandma’s tales, like stars in ni…