In a corner booth at Wright's, I see, A mum sharing love through a sandwich and tea. Her glance is gentle, filled with grace, Even a glass of water finds its place. In the kitchen, her sous chef stands, Cubing lamb for curry with steady hands. Hours spent amid spices and steam, Following her steps in a culinary dream. Dad, our solace, when illness came near, Rubbing Lucy’s back, offering cheer. A hardy love that's paid its dues, Proud of the children who now fill his shoes. Grandchildren achieving in the glow of the sun, His heart swells with the legacy they have won. A great-grandfather, the title's bestowed, In dreams of family joys that ever grow. Foodies at heart, Mum and he share, Tasting life in each delectable fare. Yet family time was his cherished delight, Even as we joked, he'd laugh with all his might. Once athletic, a handspring to prove, In youth's dance, he taught us to move. Though time has slowed his pace and stride, His love and laughter were never denied.