Repertoires of grandparents sit peacefully in minds of children, feeling the love storytelling brings to their
souls.
Fantasizing, daydreaming, images come into developing
minds with expressions, tones of voice and love.
Grandparents are blessings in the lives of their grandchildren, passing on traditions to keep their
embers aglow through the years, hereditarily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem