In the twilight of his years, he sits with grace, A gentle smile upon his weathered face. Stories of old,…
In the quiet of the morning light, Grandpa sits with stories to recite, Tales of yore and wisdom’s might, Guiding…
In the twilight of the evening sun, Grandpa’s tales would softly run, Through fields of gold and battles won, His…
In the garden where roses bloom bright, Your aged hands tend to the tender plants, Eyes reflecting the wisdom of…