In the quiet corners of my heart, she dwells,
With hands that weave stories, no book can tell.
Her eyes, a reflection of ancient skies,
Hold the secrets of time, where wisdom lies.

Her lullabies are whispers of the past,
Echoes of love, meant to forever last.
In her embrace, I find my peace,
A sanctuary where worries cease.

She is the keeper of our lineage thread,
With every word, a history spread.
Her laughter, a melody so divine,
In every moment, her love does shine.

Her presence, a balm to every ache,
In her shadow, no heart can break.
Grandmother, with her gentle grace,
Leaves an indelible mark, no time can erase.