Grandparents, oh grandparents, a treasure so rare,
Former disciplinarians, with hearts that once were fair.
They raised our parents with rules and with might,
But now, they’re soft and gentle, shining with delight.
Their faces, once stern, now wear a warm smile,
Their eyes, once firm, now twinkle with love’s guile.
Their hands, once firm on the reins, now hold gifts with glee,
Their voices, once stern, now whisper sweet ecstasy.
They spoil us with treats, and shower us with toys,
Give us freedom to roam, and make our own joys.
They listen to our tales, and wipe away our tears,
And fill our lives with laughter, and banish all our fears.
Their love, once tough and strong, now overflows like a stream,
Their hearts, once guarded, now beat with a grandparent’s dream.
They’ve mellowed with age, like a fine wine’s sweet grace,
And shower us with kindness, and fill our lives with love’s embrace.
They’re the keepers of stories, of memories so dear,
Of family traditions, and secrets they hold so clear.
They’re the pillars of strength, the rocks of our past,
The ones who shape our futures, and forever will last.
So here’s to our grandparents, our guiding lights,
Our shelter in the storm, our beacons in the night.
We cherish their love, their wisdom, and their grace,
And honor their legacy, in every time and place.
