In the quiet corners of her home,
Where sunlight dances on worn wood,
Lies the warmth of her gentle embrace,
A sanctuary from the worldâs haste.
Her hands, a tapestry of stories told,
Crafting tales with every touch,
Whispering secrets of days gone by,
In every stitch, in every sigh.
The garden she tended with tender care,
A symphony of life in bloom,
Each petal a reminder of her grace,
A legacy in vibrant hues.
In dreams she visits with a smile,
A guiding light through darkest night,
Her love a beacon that forever stays,
In the heart’s chamber, where memories play.