Spring Through Grandparents’ Eyes

 “Spring Through Grandparents’ Eyes”

Spring feels different
when you’ve lived through so many of them…

and still find yourself noticing it
all over again.

The grass looks greener
through their eyes.

The laughter sounds louder.
The moments feel slower.

Little hands reaching for yours,
tiny voices full of wonder,
finding magic in things
you once rushed past.

You thought you knew spring—

but watching them discover it…

somehow makes everything
feel brand new again. 

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