In the quiet hum of evening’s glow,
His stories weave through time’s embrace,
With eyes that hold the sunset’s glow,
Grandad’s love, a warm, gentle trace.

Beneath the shade of ancient trees,
His laughter dances with the breeze,
Tales of courage, dreams, and seas,
In every word, a heart that frees.

The garden blooms with memories,
Where hands once toiled, now rest with ease,
Each petal whispers histories,
Of days well-lived, of simple peace.

Though time may fade, his spirit stays,
In every smile, in morning rays,
A legacy of love remains,
In every heart, his wisdom reigns.