In the gentle glow of evening’s embrace,
Grandpa’s stories unfold, timeless and true.
His words dance like fireflies in the dusk,
Illuminating paths we’ve yet to pursue.
His hands, weathered like ancient bark,
Hold tales of courage and lessons learned.
With each soft-spoken word, we embark
On journeys where old dreams are returned.
The wrinkles on his face, maps of time,
Speak of love, laughter, and tears once shed.
Through his eyes, a world of memories climb,
Offering solace in paths he once tread.
As the sun dips below the horizon’s line,
Grandpa’s wisdom lingers, a gentle breeze.
In his presence, past and future entwine,
Leaving a legacy of heart’s ease.