In the quiet of the evening light,
Grandadâs stories would take flight,
Tales of courage, love, and might,
Filling hearts with pure delight.
His hands, though worn with time,
Held a warmth so pure, sublime,
Teaching lessons through each rhyme,
In his presence, life would chime.
Eyes that twinkled with lifeâs lore,
Holding secrets, dreams, and more,
Through his gaze, we would explore,
A world of wisdom to adore.
Though he’s gone, his spirit stays,
Guiding us through life’s maze,
In our hearts, his love always,
Lighting up our darkest days.