In the quiet whispers of the evening light,
Their stories weave through the starry night.
Wrinkles tell tales of battles won,
Of laughter shared, and songs long gone.

Hands that have held us through the storm,
With a touch so gentle, so tender, so warm.
Eyes that twinkle with timeless grace,
Reflecting love that time can’t erase.

They are the roots that ground our soul,
The guiding light that makes us whole.
Through their wisdom, we grow and learn,
In their embrace, our hearts do yearn.

So here’s to the pillars of our days,
Whose love shines in countless ways.
Grandparents dear, your legacy remains,
In every heartbeat, in every refrain.