In the garden where dreams are sown,
Little feet dance on paths unknown.
Their laughter fills the morning air,
A melody of joy beyond compare.

Eyes wide with wonder, hearts so pure,
Each day an adventure, a lure.
Stories told under starlit skies,
In their joy, the world lies.

Hands held tightly, bonds that grow,
Lessons learned in gentle flow.
Through their eyes, we see anew,
The beauty in things old and true.

As time whispers its gentle call,
Memories cherish, never to fall.
Grandsons, a gift, a timeless grace,
In their laughter, love finds its place.