In gardens where laughter blooms so bright,
Little feet dance with pure delight.
Their eyes, a sparkle in the sun,
Echoes of joy, where dreams are spun.

With stories woven in the night skies,
Whispered tales of brave fireflies.
Grandsons hold the world in their gaze,
Painting life in vibrant arrays.

Their questions, like rivers, flow and bend,
Seeking adventures without end.
A world of wonder in their small hands,
Miracles unfold in shifting sands.

Each moment, a treasure to hold tight,
In their laughter, the world feels light.
A bond unbroken, strong and true,
Grandsons, a blessing, ever anew.