In the gentle embrace of time’s tender hold,Grandparents weave stories with threads of gold.Their laughter echoes through halls of yesterday,A timeless melody that never fades away.With hands that cradle both wisdom and age,They turn life’s pages with calm, loving sage.Their eyes, a mirror to the past so bright,Guiding our steps with their warm, gentle light.Through years of seasons, their love remains true,A beacon of hope in skies painted blue.Their whispers of comfort in moments of fear,A soothing presence that draws us near.In gardens of memory, they plant the seeds,Of kindness and care, fulfilling our needs.Grandparents’ love, a treasure untold,A legacy of warmth that never grows old.