In the twilight of our years,
When the days grow soft and slow,
Grandchildren bring a light so clear,
A joy that only they bestow.
Their laughter fills the quiet rooms,
Little feet that dance and play,
In their eyes, the world resumes,
A magic that turns night to day.
Stories told with eager ears,
Adventures shared in whispered tones,
They chase away our deepest fears,
With them, we’re never truly alone.
Cherished moments, fleeting time,
Every hug and every smile,
Grandchildrenâs love, pure and prime,
Makes every moment feel worthwhile.