In the quiet of the morning light,
I hear your whispers in the breeze,
Grandad, your wisdom shines so bright,
Your love brings my soul to ease.

With wrinkled hands and gentle smile,
You taught me tales of yesteryears,
Together we walked that extra mile,
You wiped away my childhood tears.

Beneath the old oak tree we sat,
Sharing secrets and dreams so grand,
Your presence, a comforting chat,
Like waves caressing the soft sand.

Though you’re now a star above,
Your legacy will never fade,
Grandad, you were my first love,
In my heart, your mark is laid.