In the gentle whisper of their voice,
Lies a tale of wisdom and grace,
With every smile, they rejoice,
And bring light to every place.
Their hands, though weathered and old,
Hold stories of days gone by,
In their arms, we find our gold,
A haven where we can always lie.
The scent of cookies, warm and sweet,
Lingers in the air they breathe,
In their presence, life feels complete,
A bond that time will never seethe.
Their love, a beacon in the night,
Guides us through life’s stormy seas,
With grandparents, everything feels right,
Their legacy, a cherished breeze.