In the soft light of morning’s embrace,
They run with laughter, a boundless race.
Their eyes gleam with innocent delight,
Grandsons, stars shining so bright.

Each step they take, a journey anew,
Through fields of wonder, skies so blue.
Their voices, melodies of pure bliss,
Grandsons, a gift, a gentle kiss.

Through storms they will grow, standing tall,
With courage to rise should they ever fall.
Their hearts filled with dreams, wild and free,
Grandsons, the future, we long to see.

In the twilight of years, we will smile,
Remembering their joy, every mile.
For in their laughter, life finds its rhyme,
Grandsons, our love, transcending time.