In the garden where roses bloom bright,
Your aged hands tend to the tender plants,
Eyes reflecting the wisdom of countless years,
Whispering secrets of life’s grand dance.

Laughter echoes from long-forgotten days,
As memories unfold in your gentle gaze,
Stories of love, of struggle, and grace,
Etched in the lines upon your face.

Each wrinkle tells a tale of yore,
Of battles fought and dreams to soar,
A testament to a life well-lived,
In every hug, love freely gives.

Oh grandpa, with your silent wisdom,
A beacon in our family’s kingdom,
Your legacy, a guiding light,
In the darkest days, shining bright.