Threads of Connection

In the heart of Nepal, where rivers flow,  

A bond between generations, rich and aglow.  

The youngest often reach with a call or a text,  

Yet it's the elders’ wisdom that truly connects.  

Oh, elders, with stories from ages gone by,  

Your guidance is treasure, under the vast sky.  

Teach us the manners, the values you hold,  

For in your soft whispers, our futures unfold.  

In laughter and lessons, let unity reign,  

Without your embrace, love could wane and wane.  

A message, a visit, just a moment to share,  

Fosters the ties that we’re all meant to bear.  

When silence grows louder, and the distance expands,  

The fabric of family slips through our hands.  

For it's not just the young who must reach for the phone,  

It’s the duty of elders to guide us, their own.  

So, take up the mantle, extend out your hand,  

In every small gesture, let connection withstand.  

For years may pass swiftly, like whispers in breeze,  

But love shared in presence, will grant us our peace.  

Don’t let the gaps widen, don’t let the ties fray,  

Stay in touch with your kin; light their pathway.  

In laughter, in sorrow, let your wisdom be known,  

For our hearts are the seeds from the love we have sown.  

Let’s nurture these roots, tend the garden we share,  

With respect and with kindness, breathe family air.  

In the tapestry woven, let your threads brightly gleam,  

For together we flourish, in this beautiful dream.