In twilight hues of golden speech, A world of laughter did he teach, Grandad with eyes like stars confined, Lovely and kind, with a heart entwined. Through misty kitchens, aromas swirled, His love of food a feast unfurled, A jokester's grin igniting cheer, With tales spun bright, he kept us near. Yet mischief danced upon his brow, In playful whispers, subtle, proud, A trickster's glance, a knowing wink, Left us all suspended, on the brink. In every dish, his warmth resided, In every laugh, his soul confided, A life of love, of food, of jest— Our Grandad's spirit knew us best.