In the gentle rustle of the autumn leaves,Grandad’s stories softly weave,Tales of courage, hope, and grace,In the garden’s warm embrace.…
In the quiet corners of his worn-out chair, Grandad sits with a twinkle in his eye. Tales of yesteryears flow…
In the quiet hum of evening’s glow, His stories weave through time’s embrace, With eyes that hold the sunset’s glow,…
In the quiet morning light, I seeHis gentle eyes, a guiding starWhispering tales of days gone byWhere dreams were born,…
In the quiet morning light, he sits, With stories woven in each gentle line, A tapestry of wisdom, softly lit,…
In the quiet of the morning light, I hear your whispers in the breeze, Grandad, your wisdom shines so bright,…
In the quiet of the evening light, Grandadâs stories would take flight, Tales of courage, love, and might, Filling hearts…
In the quiet of our memories, you stand tall, A figure of wisdom, with stories to tell, Your laughter echoes…