In the garden of time where memories bloom, Their laughter, a melody that lifts every gloom. Tiny footsteps echo through…
In gardens where the sun dances free, Grandchildrenâs laughter fills the air. Tiny hands reach for the sky, Dreams woven…
In the twilight of our years, When the days grow soft and slow, Grandchildren bring a light so clear, A…
In the golden hues of morning light, Grandchildren’s laughter fills the air. Their innocent eyes, so pure and bright, Bring…
In the twilight of the evening, we see The spark of youth that beams so free Little hands that clasp…
In the garden of life’s grand design, Tiny hands reach for the sky, Eyes wide with wonder, hearts so pure,…
In the soft light of morning, their laughter resonates, Like melodies of joy, pure and unrestrained. Little hands reach out,…
In the garden of my days, they bloom Tiny hands that grasp the world anew Their laughter like the morning…