In the quiet corners of life’s grand tapestry,
Their wisdom weaves stories, old yet evergreen,
With every wrinkle on their gentle faces,
Echoes of time breathe memories serene.
Their hands, though frail, hold a strength unseen,
A lifetime of labor, of love, and dream,
They guide us through the shadows of doubt,
Lighting paths where hope and warmth beam.
In their laughter, we find a symphony,
A melody of kindness, pure and true,
Their eyes, a mirror of history’s grace,
Reflecting love in all that we pursue.
As seasons change and years unfold,
Their legacy in our hearts remains,
For grandparents are the timeless whisper,
Of love’s enduring, sweet refrains.