In the quiet of the afternoon’s glow,
Their stories flow like rivers of old,
Whispered wisdom in every fold,
Grandparents, keepers of tales untold.

With eyes that have seen the dance of years,
They hold us close, banishing fears,
In their laughter, a melody clear,
A gentle reminder of love sincere.

Hands that have weathered storms and sun,
Crafting memories, one by one,
In their embrace, we find our home,
A legacy of love, wherever we roam.

As time unfolds its endless grace,
Their presence remains, a warm embrace,
Guiding us through life’s winding race,
In their shadow, we find our place.