In the vast expanse of life's grand tapestry, Where threads of fate weave tales both far and wide, There lies a constant, strong as gravity— The family's hearth, where hearts do coincide.

In bustling streets of New York's endless maze, Or quiet corners where the world seems still, A family's love shines with enduring blaze, Guiding us through every trial and hill.

To them we turn, when shadows cloud our way, Their judgment absent, love's embrace so true. Yet oft we forget, in the light of day, The silent strength they ceaselessly imbue.

So pick up the phone, or draw them near, And whisper the words they deserve to hear.