In the soft whispers of the night,
They tell tales of yesteryears,
Of laughter, love, and silent tears,
Under the moon’s gentle light.

With every wrinkle, a story unfolds,
Of battles fought and dreams so bold,
In their embrace, warmth I find,
A comfort that soothes my mind.

Their eyes, a mirror to the past,
Reflecting lessons that forever last,
Wisdom in their gentle gaze,
Guiding through life’s intricate maze.

In their presence, time stands still,
A haven from life’s every thrill,
Grandparents, pillars strong and true,
With love, they paint our skies so blue.