In their eyes, the world is new,
A canvas bright, with every hue.
Their laughter rings, a melody true,
In fields of dreams, they freely grew.

With tiny hands, they grasp the light,
Turning shadows into bright.
Their spirits soar like birds in flight,
Bringing hope through darkest night.

They dance through life with grace and cheer,
Each step they take, they hold us near.
In their giggles, we conquer fear,
For in their love, we persevere.

Granddaughters, precious and dear,
With every smile, they make it clear,
The future’s bright, with them so near,
As they whisper dreams we hold so near.