In the quiet corners of their gentle hearts,
Lies a universe of stories untold,
Whispers of wisdom that softly impart,
Secrets of life, both precious and bold.

Their hands, though weathered, still cradle dreams,
As they weave the threads of family ties,
In every glance, a love that redeems,
A legacy that never dies.

Beneath the shade of time’s gentle embrace,
They stand as pillars, strong and unwavering,
In their eyes, we find a familiar trace,
Of laughter and lessons, patiently savoring.

Grandparents, guardians of generations past,
In their presence, the world slows its pace,
With every hug, a love that will last,
A cherished bond, no time can erase.