In the garden of my roots, you stand so tall, A guardian through seasons, winter, spring, and fall. With stories in your eyes that twinkle like a star, You teach me where I've come from, and who we truly are. Your hands have shaped the earth, firm and gentle too, Building paths of wisdom that I will journey through. With you, my anchor, steadfast in life's surging tides, I find courage in your shadow, where steadfast love abides. Though I am but a sapling, reaching for the sky, Your laughter fills my branches as days go drifting by. In the tapestry of life, you're the thread that binds it near, Grandad, my first hero, your spirit I hold dear.