In the gentle whispers of the breeze,
I hear stories of old, tales that never cease,
Grandparents’ voices, soft and kind,
With every word, they ease my mind.

Their eyes, a mirror to the past,
A treasure trove of memories vast,
In their embrace, I find my peace,
A love that will never cease.

Their hands, worn but strong,
Have guided me through right and wrong,
With every touch, they mend my heart,
From them, I never want to part.

As the years go by, their wisdom grows,
In every wrinkle, their love shows,
Grandparents, a gift from above,
Forever cherished, forever loved.