In the quiet corners of the heart, she lingers,
A tapestry of memories, woven with tender fingers.
Her stories, like ancient songs, softly sung,
Carrying the wisdom of ages, ever young.
Her hands, though worn, hold the world with grace,
Each wrinkle a testament to lifeâs embrace.
Through laughter and tears, she stands by our side,
A beacon of love, our eternal guide.
In her eyes, the stars seem to find their rest,
Reflecting a love that is pure and blessed.
Her smile, a gentle balm for every strife,
Infusing warmth and light into our life.
Though time may pass and shadows may fall,
Her legacy of love will outlast them all.
In every heartbeat, her spirit resides,
Grandmother, forever, by our sides.