In the golden light of morning’s grace,
Their smiles are soft, a gentle embrace.
Stories spun in whispers bold,
Treasures of life in tales retold.

Hands that have weathered time’s gentle flow,
Crafting memories in hearts that grow.
Wisdom shared in tender sighs,
The warmth of love that never dies.

In gardens lush where laughter springs,
Their presence like a gentle wing.
Guiding steps with patience rare,
In their love, we find our care.

As stars adorn the evening’s dome,
Their love remains a steadfast home.
In every hug, a world so bright,
Grandparents’ love, our guiding light.