In the quiet of the evening, by the fireside’s gentle glow,
He shares tales of yesteryears, of places we may never know.
His voice, a soothing melody, with wisdom in every line,
We gather ’round to listen, to stories aged like fine wine.

His eyes, a map of memories, sparkling with ancient light,
They tell of joys and sorrows, of battles fought with might.
With every word, he paints the past, a picture vivid and clear,
We feel the echoes of his life, a legacy we hold dear.

Hands weathered by time’s passage, yet gentle in their touch,
They hold the secrets of his craft, a knowledge we cherish much.
His laughter, a beacon of hope, in times of dark and grey,
With every chuckle, he dispels the clouds, bringing a brighter day.

Oh, grandfather, our guiding star, your love a boundless sea,
In your embrace, we find our roots, our past, our destiny.
Your stories are our heritage, your wisdom our guiding light,
We treasure every moment, with you, our hearts take flight.