In the quiet corners of her home,
Where stories linger in every fold,
Her gentle voice a soothing balm,
A treasure trove of tales untold.

Her hands, a map of years gone by,
Crafting warmth in every stitch,
A legacy of love and care,
In every whispered, gentle wish.

Eyes that hold the stars above,
Reflecting journeys long and wide,
With every gaze, a world of love,
A guiding light, a steadfast guide.

In the heart of her embrace,
Time stands still, a sacred space,
Where generations find their place,
In her eternal, loving grace.