The Gentle Strength of My Grandfather’s Hands

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In the quiet dawn, his stories unfold,
Whispers of the past in every word told.
His laughter like an echo, warm and bright,
Guiding my heart through the darkest night.

His hands, strong with the weight of years,
Crafting dreams, calming fears.
Wrinkled maps of journeys long,
Humming softly to the world’s song.

With eyes that twinkle like stars above,
He teaches me the meaning of love.
In his embrace, I find my place,
A gentle world, a timeless space.

As seasons change, his wisdom stays,
A guiding light in life’s myriad ways.
In every moment, his spirit lives,
A legacy of all he gives.

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