In the quiet echoes of Grandpa’s wisdom,
Where stories danced on whispered winds,
His laughter painted the walls of time,
A gentle guide through life’s vast chasms.

With hands worn by the tales of earth,
He sowed seeds of dreams in hearts anew,
Each wrinkle a chapter of courage and mirth,
A legacy woven in hues of truth.

The garden blooms where his footsteps tread,
Leaves rustle with his whispered grace,
In every shadow, his spirit’s thread,
A guardian in life’s tender embrace.

As stars emerge to light the night,
His voice lingers in the twilight glow,
A beacon of strength, a steadfast light,
In his footsteps, we learn and grow.