In the quiet corners of our hearts, she dwells,
The keeper of stories, the weaver of spells.
With gentle hands, she molds our dreams,
In her embrace, the world softly gleams.

Her laughter, a melody that time cannot erase,
Her wisdom, a beacon in life’s complex maze.
Through seasons of joy and times of strife,
She is the steady anchor in the sea of life.

Her eyes, windows to a soul so kind,
Reflecting love that knows no bind.
Her whispers, like a soothing balm,
Bringing peace, restoring calm.

In her presence, we find our way,
Guided by her light, we never stray.
Grandmother, with love so pure and grand,
Forever we hold you, hand in hand.