In the quiet of their gentle gaze,
Lies a world of stories untold,
Where time weaves its tender embrace,
And wisdom blooms in hearts of gold.

Their hands, a map of years gone by,
Etched with tales of love and grace,
Guiding us through life’s winding road,
With every touch, a warm embrace.

In laughter shared and tears that fall,
A legacy of strength and care,
They teach us how to stand and rise,
In every whisper, a silent prayer.

Oh, the beauty of their lasting love,
A gentle light that never fades,
In the hearts of those they leave behind,
Their spirit lives, forever swayed.