In the quiet corners of their gentle smiles,Lie stories woven through the threads of time,Each wrinkle a testament of life’s long miles,In their gaze, the past and future beautifully rhyme.

Their hands, though weathered, cradle the years,With warmth that nurtures and softly mends,A refuge from life’s fleeting fears,A love that neither bends nor ends.

Through whispered tales of days gone by,They paint the skies with hues of grace,A tapestry of memories reaching high,In their embrace, we find our place.

So let us cherish these moments so sweet,For in their hearts, we find our start,In every step, their love guides our feet,Grandparents, the soul of every heart.