In the quiet corners of her room,
A tapestry of stories softly bloom.
Gentle hands that weave the past,
Creating memories that forever last.
Her eyes, a window to tales untold,
Whispering secrets of days of old.
With every stitch, a lesson learned,
In her embrace, hearts have turned.
The aroma of cookies fills the air,
A taste of love beyond compare.
Her laughter, a song of pure delight,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
In her wisdom, a garden grows,
A nurturing spirit that always knows.
Grandmother’s love, a timeless thread,
Woven in hearts where dreams are fed.