In her gentle arms, I find solace,
A soft whisper of ancient tales,
Her silver hair, a crown of wisdom,
Her smile, a balm that never fails.
The kitchen dances with her magic,
Aromas of love fill the air,
Each recipe a love letter,
Her legacy beyond compare.
Her stories paint a vivid picture,
Of times long past, yet so near,
Her laughter, a melody timeless,
Her presence, a comfort sincere.
In her eyes, the stars are shimmering,
A universe of lessons and lore,
Grandmotherâs love, a guiding light,
Forever cherished, forever more.