In the twilight of the evening, his stories would unfold,
Tales of yesteryears, rich and bold.
His voice, a gentle hum through the night,
Filled our hearts with pure delight.
Under the oak, we would sit side by side,
His laughter, a soothing tide.
Eyes twinkling with a spark so bright,
Guiding me through the shadows of night.
His hands, though worn, held mine tight,
Teaching me wrong from right.
A beacon of wisdom and endless grace,
His spirit, an eternal embrace.
Now, in my dreams, his presence stays,
A reminder of simpler days.
Forever in my heart, he’ll reside,
My grandad, my everlasting guide.