The circle drawn around the kitchen…

The circle drawn around the kitchen table,
a place where stories bloom and memories bloom.
The smell of baking, a familiar scent,
that speaks of care, of nurture, and of home.
A knowing glance that crosses crowded rooms,
a silent language understood by few.
The shared history, a whispered, tender tune,
that plays within the chambers of the heart.
We are the echoes of the ones before,
and in our children, futures take their shape.
A legacy of kindness, passed along,
a living river, flowing ever on.