In the whispers of the evening sky, Your name dances with the stars, From a grandson's lips comes tales of you, In stories spun near and far. He speaks of love you've left behind, In shadows soft, in moments clear, A legacy woven through his words, Forever cherished, ever dear. Oh, how I long to share with you, The echoes of his laughter bright, The dreams that paint his growing days, In colors vivid, pure, and light. I miss you more than language molds, A silent ache, a gentle tear, In every moment spent apart, I wish so deeply you were here.