In twilight’s gentle embrace, her whispers softly weave,
Stories of yesteryears, in memories we believe.
With every laugh and tear, her wisdom shines so bright,
Guiding us through darkness, bringing forth the light.
Her hands, though weathered, cradle hearts with care,
Sewing threads of kindness, in moments we all share.
Her eyes, a haven, where comfort finds its place,
Reflecting love eternal, in every wrinkle’s grace.
Beneath the ancient oak, where shadows gently sway,
Her voice a soothing lullaby, that chases fears away.
In the garden of her soul, blooms of patience grow,
Nurtured by a lifetime, that only grandmas know.
As stars begin to whisper, and night begins to fall,
Her legacy of love, answers every call.
For in our hearts she lingers, as time does onward flow,
A beacon of tomorrow, from seeds of love we sow.