The Wonder of Grandparents
Grandparents are the secret magic
woven into a family’s fabric—
keepers of stories,
guardians of recipes,
conspirators in laughter.
They turn ordinary afternoons
into treasure hunts of memory,
pockets filled with peppermints,
hearts overflowing with patience.
The world softens around them,
time stretches,
rules bend just enough
to make everything sparkle.
For children,
grandparents are half-myth, half-home—
the tallest storytellers,
the gentlest hands,
the place where love overflows
without conditions or clocks.
And what fortune,
what luminous gift it is,
to watch the children’s eyes
light up at the sight of them,
to know their laughter
will be stitched into my children’s becoming.
Grandparents are wonder made flesh,
joy with silver in its hair,
love that has ripened into sweetness.
They are the brightest blessing
I could have ever asked for
in the lives of my children.
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