In the gentle whispers of the past, they stand,
Guardians of stories, a guiding hand,
With eyes that twinkle like stars in the night,
Their love, a beacon, a radiant light.

Through the seasons of life, they gracefully glide,
With hearts full of wisdom, forever our guide,
In their embrace, we find solace and peace,
From life’s storms, a sweet release.

Their laughter, a melody, pure and sweet,
In their presence, our souls find their beat,
With every wrinkle, a tale to unfold,
Of journeys taken, of hearts made bold.

Oh, how we cherish their gentle grace,
The warmth and love etched on their face,
In the tapestry of life, they play their part,
Grandparents, the keepers of our heart.