In the soft light of morning, their laughter resonates,
Like melodies of joy, pure and unrestrained.
Little hands reach out, seeking stories untold,
Eyes wide with wonder, hearts made of gold.
Their innocence shines brighter than the dawn,
A reminder of life’s sweetest song.
With each tiny step and curious glance,
They weave a dance of love and chance.
Through them, the world is new again,
Seen through the eyes of innocence regained.
Each day a gift, a treasure to unfold,
In the arms of grandchildren, love is bold.
Their presence a balm to weary hearts,
A testament to lifeâs enduring parts.
In their smiles, we find our youth,
In their love, we discover truth.