Threads Of Home Poem by ashok jadhav

The morning breaks with gentle light,
The hearth awakes with whispered flame;
A mother hums a tender tune,
And calls the children each by name.
The father bends to steady hands,
To lift, to guide, to teach the way;
His quiet care, though never loud,
Holds hearts together day by day.
The children run with laughter free,
Their footsteps dance on dusty floor;
Each quarrel fades with evening song,
Each hug restores what words ignore.
The table holds both bread and cheer,
The walls are lined with years of love;
No wealth nor jewel could match the gift
That binds these souls as stars above.
Through storms, through loss, through fleeting time,
These threads endure, though frayed they seem;
For in each hand and shared embrace,
Lives the quiet strength of family dream.
So simple hearts, in daily care,
Sustain the world we rarely see;
In love that asks for nothing more,
We find the home that makes us free.