In the warmth of her gentle arms, I find solace,
Whispers of love, stories of yesteryears,
Her laughter, a melody that cures all fears,
In her presence, I am forever fearless.

Her eyes, a window to the past’s embrace,
Wisdom and grace, in every wrinkle’s trace,
A garden of memories, in her heart’s space,
Nurturing love, in her tender grace.

With hands that weave tales of old,
Her touch, a treasure, more valuable than gold,
In her kitchen, flavors and stories unfold,
A legacy of love, in her every hold.

As seasons change and time does race,
Her love remains, a constant embrace,
In dreams, I visit that sacred place,
Where grandma’s heart, forever keeps pace.