In the garden of old memories, Grandad Peter took his leave, Where whispers of his laughter, Still braid the autumn eve. Eighty-one rings marked by time, Dementia stole his light, Yet love he sowed through tender years, Shall ever shine so bright. Beside him stood dear Nanna Gladys, With hands interlocked so tight, A beacon through the shadows, In the heart’s eternal night. Paul, and one more child proud, Carry forth his gentle dreams, A legacy of kindness, Rippling through life's streams. Though the world may change its cadence, His love remains, a guiding star, In hearts he touched with gentle grace, He lingers, never far.