We were once a table full of voices Chairs pulled close, the kitchen warm Stories drifting through the evening Like they’d always carry on But time has quiet ways of shifting Doors swing open, people leave Somewhere down the road of living Links get lost along the chain Broken links in family chains Names that fade and hearts that change Phones that ring but no one speaks Love still there between the weeks No great fight, no final line Just the drifting out of time Still I keep their memories close Broken links… but not disposed Mothers wonder in the silence What small moment turned the tide Fathers vanish down the distance With the words they never tried Children grow into their own lives Miles and choices in between Sometimes love gets tangled up In things that neither side has seen Broken links in family chains Years like dust on windowpanes Pictures sitting on the shelf Smiling versions of ourselves No one planned the quiet space Where familiar voices fade Still the thread is somewhere there Even if it’s worn and frayed Families aren’t made of perfection They’re stitched together day by day And sometimes what we lose in distance Is just a word we couldn’t say Broken links in family chains Not all endings carry blame Time may scatter where we stand But love remembers where it began And somewhere down the road of years Past the silence, past the pain A single call can mend a link And start the chain again
