In the whispers of the autumn breeze,
Their stories come alive, never to cease.
With hearts so warm and eyes that gleam,
They turn our world into a dream.
Their hands, though worn by time’s embrace,
Hold the secrets of a life with grace.
Through laughter, tears, and gentle sighs,
They teach us how to touch the skies.
In every wrinkle, a tale is spun,
Of battles lost and victories won.
Their love, a beacon shining bright,
Guides us through the darkest night.
With wisdom shared in tender tone,
They make us feel we’re not alone.
Our grandparents, our guiding star,
In our hearts, they’ll always be near and far.