Gratitude to grandfather

The roads scattered us across life,
The branches of the family tree spread out,
But they all come together here at the threshold,
Where all the streams take their source.

Where there is always warmth and comfort,
Where neither wind nor heat is frightening,
Where you are always sincerely awaited,
Where you are always beloved, dear.

Your house, grandfather, smells of spring,
Much light, much warmth of soul in it,
We are all grateful before you,
That we walk worthily through life.