Each wrinkle tells a story, a life sublime.
His eyes, like pools of wisdom, deep and blue,
Reflecting years of laughter, love, and rue.
His hands, once strong and steady, now held tight,
A gentle touch, a beacon in the night.
He whispers tales of ages long ago,
Of battles fought and seeds that learned to grow.
He built his life with patience, brick by brick,
A foundation firm, a love that none could pick.
He taught his children, guided them with care,
Instilling values, answering every prayer.
And now he sits, a silent, watchful guide,
His presence calming, a gentle tide.
His love a constant, a guiding star so bright,
A grandfather's love, a timeless, warm light.
Though years may fade, his spirit will remain,
A whispered memory, a sweet, familiar refrain.
For in our hearts, his legacy will live on,
A loving grandfather, forever strong.