In the garden of memories, they blossom bright,
With laughter like sunshine, hearts take flight.
Innocence dances in their sparkling eyes,
A bridge to the past where love never dies.

Through stories told on gentle whispers of breeze,
They weave dreams with the rustling of trees.
Each step they take, a melody of grace,
In their tiny hands, a warm, cherished place.

The world anew through their curious gaze,
A universe unfolding in wondrous ways.
Their giggles echo in the halls of time,
A symphony of joy, a sweet, tender rhyme.

In their embrace, the circle completes,
Generations united, where love repeats.
Grandchildren, treasures of the heart’s delight,
Guiding stars in the tapestry of night.