Oh keepers of stories, warm hearts so true,
With hands that have weathered yet gentle anew.
A wellspring of wisdom, a beacon of light,
A hug that makes everything feel just right.

You carry our past in the lines on your face,
Yet dance with us still in a joyful embrace.
With laughter like echoes of years gone by,
You teach us to dream, to reach for the sky.

So here’s to the love that you freely bestow,
A guiding embrace in the world’s endless flow.
Dear grandparents, cherished, steadfast, and bright,
You are our roots, our warmth, our light.