In the quiet of their gentle gaze,
Lies wisdom, love, a warm embrace.
They’ve seen the world through many days,
And offer comfort in life’s race.

Their stories weave a tapestry,
Of laughter, tears, and endless care.
They hold our hands, set us free,
In their love, we’re always there.

With every wrinkle, a tale unfolds,
Each line a journey of the heart.
Their love, a treasure, pure as gold,
A guiding light when we depart.

Though time may age their tender hands,
Their love remains, forever strong.
Grandparents’ love, in life’s vast lands,
Is a cherished, endless song.