In the gentle fold of her worn hands,
Lies the warmth of countless stories told,
Whispers of time, like soft sands,
Her wisdom, a treasure to hold.

Her laughter, a melody of the past,
Echoes in the chambers of my heart,
A tapestry of memories cast,
In every smile, a work of art.

Her eyes, a mirror to days gone by,
Filled with dreams, both old and new,
A beacon beneath the vast sky,
Guiding us with a love so true.

Through seasons that ebb and flow,
Her spirit lingers, tender and bright,
A gentle breeze that helps us grow,
In her embrace, we find our light.