In the gentle whispers of the morning breeze,
Lies the warmth of stories untold,
Grandparents’ love, a timeless reprise,
In their arms, we find our hold.

With eyes that have seen decades unfold,
Their laughter echoes through the years,
In every hug, a tale retold,
Wiping away our childish fears.

Their wisdom, like a guiding star,
Illuminates paths yet to tread,
In every lesson, near or far,
Their love, a book we’ve often read.

As seasons change, and time moves on,
Their love remains, a steadfast song,
In every heart where they’ve been drawn,
Grandparents’ love, forever strong.