In the quiet corners of my childhood days,
His laughter echoed like a gentle breeze,
With stories spun from golden threads of time,
He painted worlds beyond my wildest dreams.

His hands, though worn, held strength untold,
Building bridges with kindness as his guide,
With every lesson shared, a seed was sown,
In the garden of my heart where wisdom thrives.

Through seasons changing, he stood by my side,
A lighthouse in the storms that life would bring,
His eyes, a mirror of the skies above,
Reflecting love’s eternal, boundless sea.

Now as I walk through paths he once explored,
I carry with me all his gentle grace,
Forever grateful for the gift of him,
My grandfather, my guide, my heart’s embrace.