Grandparents Cradle A Love As Vast As The Sky Poem by Mohammad Younus

Grandparents cradle a love as vast the sky,
In the quiet corners of their hearts,
where time has etched its gentle lines,
a love that whispers through the years,
soft as the rustle of autumn leaves.

When a grandchild cries, the world tilts,
and their hearts, weathered yet tender,
ache with a sorrow that knows no age.
Tears, like tiny mirrors,
reflect the echoes of their own parenting days,
when they held small hands and wiped away fears,
their voices a lullaby against the storm.

Now, they stand as guardians of a new generation,
their love a bridge between past and future.
Each sob is a thread that pulls them closer,
a call to arms, a plea for comfort.
They gather the child in arms that have carried lifetimes,
their touch a balm, their words a shelter.

For in the cry of a grandchild,
they hear the fragile song of life,
a melody that stirs their souls,
reminding them of the beauty in vulnerability,
the strength in tenderness.

And so, they soothe, they cradle, they love,
their hearts beating in time with the little one's,
a symphony of connection,
a testament to the enduring power of love,
passed down like a precious heirloom,
from one generation to the next.

MyKoul