In the silent whispers of your laughter,
Echoes of dreams long forgotten arise,
Carrying the hopes of tomorrow’s promise,
In your eyes, a universe of endless skies.

With each curious step, you tread on paths,
Once walked by those who came before,
Guardians of memories, weaving stories,
Binding past to present, forevermore.

The warmth of your smile, a beacon of light,
Guiding the weary through the darkest night,
In your heart, the courage of a thousand souls,
Strength to conquer, to make the broken whole.

Grandsons, you are the future in the making,
With dreams as vast as the open sea,
In every heartbeat, the pulse of life,
Crafting a world where all can be free.