In the golden hues of morning light,
Grandchildren’s laughter fills the air.
Their innocent eyes, so pure and bright,
Bring joy and wonder everywhere.

Small hands that grasp with tender might,
Exploring worlds both near and far.
Their dreams take flight like kites in flight,
Guiding hearts like a shining star.

With every giggle, every smile,
They weave a tapestry of love.
Their presence makes each moment worthwhile,
A blessing sent from up above.

So cherish these sweet, fleeting days,
For they grow quickly, as we know.
In their laughter, find endless ways,
To let your love for them always show.