In the gentle light of morningâs grace,
Their laughter dances, filling space,
With tiny hands they grasp the world,
In stories yet to be unfurled.
Through fields of dreams, they wander free,
Exploring life with curiosity,
Their eyes aglow with wonderâs gleam,
In every moment, a new dream.
The wisdom of ages in their gaze,
A spark of youth that lights the days,
In every hug, a bond so true,
A legacy of love they pursue.
As time unfolds its gentle thread,
May joy and peace be in their stead,
For grandsons are the heartâs delight,
Guiding stars in the darkest night.