In the twilight of her years, she whispers tales,
Of yesteryears and golden trails.
Her fingers, delicate, trace the lines,
Of memories, vivid and so divine.

With every wrinkle, a story unfolds,
Of laughter, tears, and secrets untold.
Her eyes, a window to the past,
Reflecting love, so deep, so vast.

She hums a lullaby, soft and sweet,
A melody that makes hearts beat.
Her presence, a soothing balm,
Bringing with it a sense of calm.

Oh, the warmth of her embrace,
A sanctuary, a sacred place.
In her, the legacy of generations,
A testament to life’s celebrations.