In the warm glow of evening light,
He sits with stories woven tight,
A tapestry of years gone by,
In his eyes, the twilight sky.
His laughter echoes through the hall,
A soothing balm, a gentle call,
With every tale and hearty cheer,
He draws us close, keeps us near.
Hands once strong, now softly rest,
Upon the chair where memories nest,
Through whispered winds, his voice remains,
A guiding star in life’s vast plains.
As shadows lengthen, time flows slow,
His legacy begins to glow,
In every heart his wisdom stays,
A grandfather’s love that never fades.