In the quiet corners of her gentle home,
Stories woven in the threads of time,
Grandmaâs voice, a soothing balm,
Guiding us through life’s uncertain climb.
Her hands, like maps of yesteryears,
Cradling memories of joy and pain,
Lessons whispered in our eager ears,
Her wisdom, a gentle, nurturing rain.
Beneath the stars, her lullabies soar,
Cradling dreams that softly dance,
In her presence, we seek and explore,
Finding courage in her loving glance.
Oh, the warmth of her endless grace,
Boundless love in her tender gaze,
In Grandmaâs heart, a sacred place,
Where time and love forever stays.