Grandpa

Within the quiet hours of the day,

A memory lingers, doesn't fade away.

A man of wisdom, with a heart so kind,

My grandpa dear, a treasure I find.

Through wrinkled hands and silvered hair,

He carried stories, burdens to bear.

A lullaby whispered, a comforting song,

In his gentle gaze, where I belonged.

The garden we planted, a shared delight,

His laughter echoing through the night.

With tales of yesteryears, he'd regale,

A ship of memories set to sail.

But time, a thief, stole his vibrant glow,

Leaving echoes in the fading afterglow.

Frailty touched his once sturdy frame,

Yet, in his eyes, the same love aflame.

The clock's relentless ticking drum,

A reminder of days that had succumbed.

Each tick, a heartbeat, a moment passed,

A symphony of memories, fading fast.

As shadows lengthen, and daylight wanes,

A tearful melody of whispered refrains.

The echo of his laughter, a distant shore,

Grandpa, a legend, forevermore.

Through teardrops that silently cascade,

His presence lingers in the memories made.

In the hush of the evening, I softly weep,

For the grandpa's love, so tender and deep.

In the canvas of time, his portrait remains,

A moments of love, where sorrow restrains.