In the garden where daisies bloom bright,
I recall her stories under the moonlight,
Her voice a melody, her touch so kind,
Memories of Grandma, forever in my mind.

She’d bake cookies with a secret delight,
Teaching me patience, sharing insight,
Her laughter a balm, in sorrow and strife,
Grandma’s wisdom, the rhythm of life.

In her rocking chair, she’d hum a sweet tune,
Weaving dreams under the afternoon moon,
Her love a beacon, unwavering, true,
A legacy of warmth, in all that I do.

Though time has flown, and she’s now at rest,
Her spirit lives on, in hearts she blessed,
In every gentle breeze, her whispers reside,
Forever with me, my Grandma, my guide.