In the garden of time where memories bloom,
Their laughter, a melody that lifts every gloom.
Tiny footsteps echo through the halls,
Filling our hearts with joy that never stalls.

Eyes wide with wonder, exploring the skies,
They teach us to see the world through fresh eyes.
With every question, they open a door,
To worlds of magic, and stories galore.

Their smiles light up the darkest of nights,
Bringing warmth like a thousand lights.
In their embrace, we find endless peace,
A love so pure, it will never cease.

As they grow, so does our love,
A bond so strong, sent from above.
Grandchildren, treasures of our soul,
In their happiness, we find our role.