Heart of the Ancestral Home
Heart of the Ancestral Home
The scent of earth lingers on the walls,
steps forgotten by time remain silent.
Stories spoken by open doors
still travel with the passing wind.
Old laughter hides in quiet corners,
the warmth of the hearth survives as memory.
As shadows slowly stretch,
evening sits down in peace.
Though generations have moved away,
connections here do not fade.
The heart of the ancestral home
continues to breathe, even now.
GR kaviyoor
30 01 2026
(Canada, Toronto)
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