In the kitchen, the scent of fresh bread entwines,
with echoes of the past, sweet laughter aligns.
Cast iron pans hold memories of care,
as time marches on, we feel love in the air.

Hands craft with skill, weaving dreams with finesse,
through stories and hopes, a warm home we bless.
In a game of checkers, we pause all our haste,
in a ballroom of joy, life’s moments we taste.

Yet the century shifts, and shadows draw near,
in a sea of screens, hearts sometimes disappear....