In the quiet corners of our hearts they dwell,
Grandparents, with stories they love to tell.
Their voices soft, like whispers in the breeze,
Sharing tales of old, with grace and ease.

With gentle hands, they guide us through,
The paths of life, so bright and true.
Their wisdom like a beacon’s light,
Shining brightly in the darkest night.

Their laughter rings like a sweet refrain,
Easing our sorrow, soothing our pain.
In their embrace, we find our peace,
A love that never seems to cease.

As time moves on, and seasons change,
Their legacy in our hearts remains.
For in their stories, we find our roots,
A timeless bond, that deeply suits.