Wrinkled hands hold tiny thumbs,
A bridge of love, where laughter hums.
Grandparent's eyes, a well of light,
Reflecting stories, warm and bright.
Gentle whispers, tales untold,
Of heroes brave and dragons bold.
A rocking chair, a rhythmic sway,
Chasing worries far away.
Sun-kissed cheeks on silvered hair,
Kisses shared, a loving pair.
Cookies warm, with secrets shared,
Treasures found, a love declared.
Button noses pressed so near,
Whispered dreams the children hear.
Lessons learned on seasoned knees,
Planted seeds for life to please.
Tiny fingers trace a face,
A wrinkled map, with love's embrace.
Time may fly, the years may turn,
This tender bond, forever burn.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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