In their wrinkled hands, stories lie,
Of days gone by and nights that sigh.
Their voices soft, with gentle grace,
Enfolding us in time’s embrace.

Their eyes, a mirror of the past,
Where memories hold and moments last.
A loving glance, a tender touch,
They teach us love that means so much.

Through every wrinkle, every line,
Lies wisdom rich, a treasure fine.
Each laugh, each tear, a tale to tell,
In their presence, all is well.

So with each hug, each sweet caress,
We feel their love, we feel so blessed.
Grandparents dear, our hearts you fill,
With timeless love, we cherish still.