In the garden of dreams, where laughter blooms,
Grandchildren dance in the light of the moon.
Their giggles echo in the silent night,
Guiding us home, a beacon of light.
With eyes full of wonder and hearts so pure,
They paint the world with colors that endure.
Innocence shines, a spark in their gaze,
Turning mundane moments into a blaze.
Hand in hand, we walk through the years,
Sharing stories, drying each other’s tears.
In their tiny hands, the future unfolds,
A legacy of love, more precious than gold.
As the sun sets, casting shadows long,
Their voices linger, a gentle song.
In the tapestry of life, they weave their thread,
A promise of tomorrow, where love is spread.