In the quiet corners of their gentle smiles,
Lies the wisdom of ages, softly compiled.
Their hands, a map of stories untold,
Guiding with warmth as the years unfold.

Echoes of laughter in their tender embrace,
A sanctuary found in their loving grace.
Time has painted silver in their hair,
But their spirits remain ever fair.

Through tales of yore and dreams anew,
They teach us lessons, deep and true.
Their gaze reflects a life well-spent,
A legacy of love, heaven-sent.

In every word they softly speak,
A gentle strength, forever unique.
Grandparents, the anchors of our soul,
Their love, a flame that keeps us whole.