In the quiet corner of her cozy home,
Where sunlight dances on the wooden floor,
She weaves tales from the threads of yore,
In whispers soft as the evening gloam.
Her hands, like maps of journeys past,
Hold wisdom in each gentle line,
Her laughter, a melody so divine,
Echoes in memories that forever last.
With every story, a lesson learned,
Of courage, love, and dreams unturned,
Her eyes, a window to the soul,
Where countless histories unfold.
In her embrace, the world feels right,
A haven from the fleeting night,
In Grandma’s heart, I find my peace,
A timeless love that will never cease.