In the garden where roses bloom,
I hear whispers of your gentle tune.
Grandad, your stories like morning dew,
Refresh my heart, in memories true.

Under the old oak tree we sat,
Remembering days, simple and flat.
Your laughter mingled with the breeze,
A cherished moment, forever at ease.

The warmth of your hand, a guiding light,
Through darkest days and endless night.
Your wisdom, a beacon shining bright,
In your embrace, everything felt right.

Though you are gone, your spirit stays,
In every dawn, in countless ways.
Grandad, your love lives on in me,
A legacy, as vast as the sea.