In the quiet corners of her gentle home,
Where time seems to slow and softly roam,
She sits with eyes that hold the moon’s glow,
Telling tales of yesterdays, letting wisdom flow.

Her hands, like maps, trace stories untold,
Each wrinkle a journey, a memory of gold,
With laughter that dances like sunlight on leaves,
She weaves a warmth that never deceives.

In her embrace, the world feels like a song,
A melody of love where hearts belong,
Her voice, a lullaby that calms the night,
Guiding souls with her gentle light.

Oh, grandmother, with your timeless grace,
In your presence, we find our place,
Keeper of dreams, holder of hearts,
In your legacy, life never departs.