In the quiet whispers of the night,
Their stories weave a tapestry bright.
Wisdom flows like rivers deep,
In memories that we forever keep.
Hands once strong, now gentle and kind,
Guiding us with a love that’s blind.
Through the years, their warmth endures,
A beacon of light, forever pure.
In their laughter, joy is found,
In their tears, love unbound.
Each moment shared, a precious gift,
Their love, a timeless drift.
As time goes by, their legacy remains,
In hearts and minds, their love sustains.
Grandparentsâ love, a sacred art,
Etched forever in our heart.