Title: Silver Threads and Golden Hearts
Wrinkled hands and gentle eyes,
Hold a love that never dies.
Silver threads of wisdom spun,
Golden Hearts, is a race well-run.
Grandpa's tales of days gone by,
Grandma's cookies, reaching high.
Cuddle close on the rocking chair,
Laughter fills the fragrant air.
Tiny fingers, fingers old,
A bond of love, a story told.
Through thick and thin, they'll always be,
The strength, the love, the family.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
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