My grandma's home

It used to be a place, I spent my childhood at,
a home, a feeling, a heaven like serene.
A woman in her 70s, grey hair and always smiling,
my grandma was my god fairy mother,
her home was my favorite place.
The summers those days felt peaceful and young,
the sun didn't tease us so much,
maybe it was her loving embrace that kept us cool,
a rosewater drink with milk in it was an evening drink.
Her home always smelled nice and typical,
the air was all filled with love,
only kids laughter and chaos sounded that place,
her handmade snacks were worth the wait.
To make her sit and style her hair,
to dress her up and do some makeup,
she was ready for everything we made her do,
all with a smile and eyes with affection to show.
Now when she's gone all these things faded too,
the home feels empty and the laughter is long gone,
she was the life of that place, every corner speaks her name,
we miss her, I miss her so much,
was very young to let her go,
but I'm craving for at least one summer,
I want to spend like I spent with her.