In her eyes, the stories of old,
Whispered secrets, tales untold.
A gentle touch, a warm embrace,
In her presence, time finds its grace.

Her laughter rings like a timeless song,
Echoing where memories belong.
With every smile and every tear,
She weaves comfort, dispels fear.

Through the years, her wisdom grows,
In every word, a love that shows.
Her hands, though aged, still so strong,
Guiding us, where we belong.

Grandmother’s heart, a timeless treasure,
In her love, we find our measure.
Her spirit, like a beacon’s light,
Shines through the darkest night.