In gardens where the sun gently smiles,
Young laughter dances on the breeze.
Granddaughters weave dreams and miles,
With hearts as vast as the seas.

Their eyes, bright stars in evening’s grace,
Hold stories of futures yet to unfold.
In their gaze, the world finds its place,
A tapestry of courage woven bold.

With tiny hands, they plant the seeds,
Of love, of hope, and tender care.
Granddaughters, with their gentle deeds,
Fill the world with colors rare.

In the echoes of their joyful song,
Time folds, and generations blend.
Granddaughters’ spirits, forever strong,
A legacy of love they eternally send.