In the quiet corners of their gentle home,
A warmth resides, a tender heart’s dome.
Stories woven with time, rich and deep,
In their embrace, the world feels asleep.

With eyes that have seen the dance of years,
They soothe away our childish fears.
Their laughter, a melody of ancient grace,
In every wrinkle, a soft, loving trace.

Hands that have held both joy and pain,
Yet still they nurture, like gentle rain.
In every word, a lesson, a song,
Through their love, we find where we belong.

As seasons change and shadows grow,
Their love remains, a constant glow.
In the tapestry of life, they are the thread,
Binding us with love, where we are led.