In the quiet whispers of evening’s glow,
Grandma’s tales softly unfold,
Stories of courage, love, and grace,
Woven with threads of gold.

Her eyes, a well of wisdom deep,
Reflecting years of gentle care,
A comforting presence, a soothing balm,
In every whispered prayer.

The kitchen filled with fragrant warmth,
Her laughter, a melody sweet,
Binding hearts with love’s gentle touch,
In every shared heartbeat.

Though time may fade her gentle form,
Her spirit forever stays,
In every hug, in every tear,
Her love lights up our days.