In the quiet of their embrace, stories old and wise,
Echoes of the past in their tender eyes.
Hands worn by years, yet gentle and kind,
They weave us into the tapestry of time.
Their laughter, a melody that dances in the air,
Teaching us lessons, showing they care.
With every wrinkle, a tale to unfold,
A heritage of love, in the warmth they hold.
In gardens they tend, life blooms anew,
Sprouting wisdom in all that they do.
Guiding footsteps, through paths untold,
Their spirits, a beacon, forever bold.
As shadows grow long and stars take the sky,
Their love remains, never to die.
In our hearts, their memories stay,
Grandparentsâ love, lighting our way.