Their hands, like maps of ancient lands,
Trace stories etched in gentle lines,
With every word, a bridge expands,
Connecting hearts through endless times.

In laughter shared and stories spun,
A legacy of warmth unfolds,
Their wisdom, like the morning sun,
Guides us through life’s winding roads.

In quiet moments, whispers flow,
A symphony of love’s embrace,
Through them, the seeds of kindness grow,
In every smile, we find their grace.

Though time may draw its final veil,
Their presence lingers, ever near,
In every heart, their tales prevail,
A timeless bond we hold most dear.