In the laughter of my grandsons, I find
Echoes of a time I once knew,
Their eyes, bright with wonder and dreams,
Weave stories of skies forever blue.

Hands small, yet filled with promise vast,
They hold the world without a care,
With each step, they dance on paths unknown,
Leaving traces of joy in the air.

Their voices, a melody of innocent glee,
Sing of worlds where hope never fades,
With every hug, they build bridges of love,
Binding hearts with unbreakable threads.

In their presence, I find my youth anew,
A gentle reminder of life’s sweet grace,
Through their eyes, I see the universe unfold,
A timeless journey we all embrace.