In the warm embrace of her gentle arms,
Lies a world of love, free from all harms.
Her whispers of wisdom, soft and kind,
A treasure trove for the heart and mind.

Through the years, her love remains the same,
A beacon of light, in storm and rain.
Her stories, a bridge to days of yore,
Binding hearts with tales of folklore.

In every wrinkle, a story untold,
Of joys and sorrows, of growing old.
Her laughter, a melody so sweet,
A symphony of life, rhythmic and neat.

With every hug, a promise so true,
That love endures, in all we do.
Grandmothers, a gift from above,
A testament to undying love.