Grandparents are a gift of god, Who love us a lot. They are old and have grey hair,
But are full of love and care.
They help us each day,
In all possible way.

They are very wise,
And always give us good advice.
They often tell us stories,
Of great leaders and their glories.
They help us in our studies,
And are our best buddies.

Blessed are those children,
Who always help their Grandparents.
Helping them is our pleasure,
And their blessings are our treasure.

As I look up on the old pictures
Where my grandparents used to live
So many memories bring back yesterday
For so much they have to give

The old chicken house was a landmark
That wasn’t used for 40 years at least
As I think about those creatures
My memories continue to increase
Grandpa’s tractor so much a part
Of his life as I remember it
I smile as I picture him riding
On the place where he used to sit

And the roses grandma tended
So carefully she cut and pruned
I can smell them even now
She’d place them in many rooms
Grandpa’s old barn, so sad it was
And the pictures show so well
The usefulness gone many years
But I still remember the musky smell

Yes, although things won’t be the same
I have recollections that will stay with me
Grandpa and Grandma are gone
But my memories will never flee!
Gone too soon, I love my all 4 buddies.

Source:-
https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/grandparents/