In Yiddish rooms where laughter swells, Soft whispers weave like gentle spells, A baby's eyes, wide with delight, Gaze at the world, so warm, so bright. For zeide and bubbie, our hearts overflow, In your embrace, love's blossoms grow. You hosted a day in joyous song, Where family ties remain lifelong. The candles danced in tender light, Stories told of strength and might. A moment wrapped in webs of gold, A baby's gratitude untold. Though words are yet beyond my reach, In smiles and coos, my thanks beseech. Your loving touch, a gentle art, Forever cradles my growing heart.