In gardens filled with roses fair,
A grandma’s love is always there.
With gentle hands and soothing smiles,
She wraps us up in warmth for miles.
She tells us tales of days gone by,
Where she was young and free to fly.
Her wrinkled hands hold wisdom deep,
A treasure trove we gladly keep.
She bakes her secrets into pies,
With magic love that never dies.
Her kitchen becomes a sweet retreat,
Where Grandma’s love is always sweet.
She knits us sweaters, knits us dreams,
Stitching memories stitch by stitch, it seems.
Her cozy arms embrace all sorrow,
And lend hope for a brighter tomorrow.
She sings us lullabies so sweet,
Rocking us gently to sleep, complete.
Her voice, a melody of comfort and care,
Guiding us through dreams, beyond all despair.
Her eyes sparkle with a love so true,
A love that protects and carries us through.
Her hugs are like a warm embrace,
An anchor in life's hectic pace.
So let us honor Grandma's dear,
For all their love, let’s make it clear.
They bring joy with every embrace,
Forever filling our hearts with grace.