In the quiet garden of memories,
Where laughter echoes through the trees,
Grandmother’s tales weave the night,
Guiding dreams with gentle light.
Hands worn by time, yet so kind,
Grandfather’s wisdom, stories unwind,
In every wrinkle, a lesson told,
In every smile, warmth unfolds.
The kitchen filled with sweet aromas,
Baking love, creating comas,
Their legacy in every bite,
A timeless bond, pure and bright.
As seasons change and years go by,
Their love remains, a soothing sigh,
In our hearts, they forever dwell,
Grandparents, a timeless spell.