In the gentle whispers of the morning breeze,
Their stories of old echo through the trees.
With every wrinkle, a tale of grace,
In their eyes, a tender, loving space.

Hands that have weathered time’s cruel flow,
Warm and steady, in their touch, we know.
A lifetime of wisdom, in every glance,
In their presence, our spirits dance.

Their laughter, a melody so sweet and pure,
A balm for the soul, a timeless cure.
In their embrace, we find our place,
A haven of love, a sacred space.

As days turn to nights and seasons blend,
Their love, a beacon, never to end.
In the heart of our lives, they forever stand,
Grandparents’ love, a gift so grand.