In the eyes of grandsons, worlds anew,
Their laughter echoes, pure and true.
They chase the sun, with dreams so bright,
Guiding hearts into the night.

Stories told of yesterdays’ grace,
In their smiles, we find our place.
Through fields of wonder, they run free,
Carving paths for you and me.

Each moment shared, a timeless thread,
We weave together, where dreams are led.
With tiny hands, they hold our past,
In their steps, our hopes are cast.

Grandsons, the bridge of love’s embrace,
In their journey, we find our space.
From dawn to dusk, their spirits soar,
Forever cherished, forever more.