"My Grandparents"
Jean-Paul VERNERET
24/8/2025

My grandmother,
A large glass of round Bordeaux wine,
A gentle fragrance, a deep laugh,
A discreet song would drift along,
In every sip of her bygone days,
And her stories danced through the air.

My grandfather,
A glass of strong Côtes-du-Rhône,
Frank, sincere, steadfast in the wind,
A wine of strength, sturdy and clear,
He carries the heart of ancient seasons,
And the tenderness within my songs.

Chorus
And in my heart, when autumn comes,
Their memories never leave nor run.
Two fine vintages with eternal taste,
My grandparents, my steadfast guards.

Bridge
At their table, time would halt,
A steaming dish, a steady voice.
Every meal turned into a feast,
Under their gaze the joy would shine.
And when the night falls into silence,
I feel their presence deep inside.
They still flow gently through my veins,
Like a refrain that draws me back.

They have known both joy and sorrow,
Like vineyards under wandering skies.
Each wrinkle, a furrow carved,
Like vines prepared to dance anew.
So I raise my glass to the past,
To the laughter and secrets shared.
Their voices echo in the light,
My grandparents, forever near.

When I walk the paths of yesterday,
I hear their voices, their laughter play.
Each memory that I embrace,
A sun that brightens all my days.

Chorus
And in my heart, when autumn comes,
Their memories never leave nor run.
Two fine vintages with eternal taste,
My grandparents, my steadfast guards.

Bridge
At their table, time would halt,
A steaming dish, a steady voice.
Every meal turned into a feast,
Under their gaze the joy would shine.
And when the night falls into silence,
I feel their presence deep inside.
They still flow gently through my veins,
Like a refrain that draws me back.