In the quiet hum of the old rocking chair,
Grandfather’s tales weave through the air,
Each wrinkle a testament to years gone by,
Eyes twinkling with a knowing sigh.

His voice, a melody of life well-lived,
Echoes of wisdom in the words he gives,
Guiding us with gentle grace,
A lighthouse in life’s vast space.

Hands worn from labor, yet tender in touch,
In his embrace, we feel so much,
The warmth of history, the comfort of home,
In his presence, we never feel alone.

As seasons change and years unfold,
His legacy in our hearts we’ll hold,
For Grandfather’s spirit will forever stay,
Lighting our path, come what may.