Five Simple Joys of a Grandfather’s Day

The laughter of little feet on the floor, A giggle, a shout, then silence—then more. In those bright eyes, I see my youth, And in their hugs, life’s deepest truth. The morning light through curtain lace, A steaming mug, a slower pace. The world begins without a race— Just peace and time, my sacred space. Old stories worn like favorite shoes, Told again, with tender truths. A boy becomes a man once more, In tales that still my heart restore. The garden’s bloom, the bird in flight, The tools I use feel just right. Each stroke, each seed, each wooden thread— A quiet joy where thoughts are led. The sound of love in voices grown, A family strong, a life well-sown. I watch them soar, I feel them near, My legacy alive and clear.