In the quiet of the twilight, her stories softly flow,
Tales of yesteryears, where love and wisdom grow.
With eyes that gleam like stars, and hands that gently weave,
The memories of a lifetime, the joys that we believe.

Her laughter is a melody, a symphony of grace,
A beacon in the darkness, a warm and tender place.
She holds the world together with a heart that’s pure and kind,
In the pages of her life, our heritage we find.

Through seasons ever changing, her love remains the same,
A guiding light that leads us, through sunshine and through rain.
Her whisper is a comfort, her touch a gentle breeze,
In the garden of her presence, our hearts are put at ease.

So here’s to grandmothers, the keepers of our dreams,
In their embrace, we flourish, like rivers to the streams.
Their legacy of love, a gift that never ends,
In their timeless wisdom, our souls forever mend.