In the garden where time gently flows,
Grandpa sits with stories untold.
His eyes, a window to the years,
Whispering tales that bring us near.
Under the oak where shadows play,
He speaks of dreams and yesterday.
With every word, a lesson we find,
In the echoes of his wise old mind.
His laughter dances with the breeze,
A melody that puts the heart at ease.
Through sunlit days and starry nights,
His presence, a beacon of gentle light.
When the world seems vast and wide,
In Grandpa’s tales, we confide.
A legacy of love, he leaves behind,
Forever etched in heart and mind.