Legacy of Love
Her hands are tales of old, etching love,
Touching lives with warmth from above,
Knitting hearts with yarns she spun,
A grandmother's work, never done.
Each wrinkle, a story of grace,
A roadmap of trials she'd face,
Laughter lines dance with each tale,
In her wisdom, we find our sail.
Apron stained with recipes past,
A scent of memories that last,
Sweetness baked in her tender care,
Legacy left for us to share.
Under moonlit sky, she'd whisper prayers,
For peace to linger in our layers,
Her gentle eyes, a guiding flare,
Grandmother's love, beyond compare.
Gardens of Time
Her garden grows with time's embrace,
Flourishing beauty in life's own pace,
Roses bloom under her watchful eyes,
Guardian of nature's verdant prize.
With each seed sown, a lesson learnt,
Of patience till the seasons turn,
Her whispers stir the jasmine air,
Floral symphonies declare her care.
Paths trodden by small, eager feet,
Follow the stories she would repeat,
Under the boughs of love we'd find,
Grandmother’s wisdom, pure and kind.
Her landscape, a chronicle of heart,
Every plant a cherished part,
Time may pass, her bloom remain,
In her garden, love’s refrain.
The Quilt of Memories
Every patch a piece of past,
Her quilt, a love to forever last,
Stitches of moments together sewn,
In vibrant colors of life she's known.
Stories quilted in every thread,
Tales of joy and tears we shed,
Her hands, weaving through time's loom,
Her laughter the needle, her smile the bloom.
Cold nights wrapped in its embrace,
Each square a memory, a familiar face,
Grandmother's quilt, a warm cocoon,
Safeguarding dreams beneath the moon.
Artifact of love, tender and dear,
Holding close the ones she'd revere,
In every stitch, her legacy keeps,
Wrapped in her love, the family sleeps.
Spectral Echoes
A whisper in the wind, her voice resides,
Echoing wisdom that time abides,
There in the silence, her words ring clear,
Grandmother's lessons always near.
An ethereal touch in the dead of night,
A ghostly hug, holding us tight,
In our hearts, her presence a flame,
Guiding, loving, always the same.
In dreams, her spirit gracefully soars,
Watching over us, through life's tours,
Laughing with angels, she finds her feast,
Yet in our world, her love never ceased.
Spectral echoes of her being persist,
Cradling our souls through the mist,
Grandmother’s essence, forever a part,
Of the magic living in our heart.
Time’s Tapestry
In the loom of years, she's the thread,
Weaving patterns of gold and red,
Grandmother’s touch in the fabric of days,
In her lifetime's dance, the sun's warm rays.
Her story etched in every seam,
Culled from the fabric of her dream,
Passed down the line, a gift to hold,
Time's tapestry, in folds of old.
Their hues may fade but not her mark,
In every weave, she's left her spark,
Through generations her art consigned,
In her memento, her spirit twined.
Never frayed by passing years,
Her tapestry outlasts all fears,
Grandmother’s handiwork, a testament,
To life's rich pattern, wonderfully spent.
Hearthside Serenade
By the hearth, her tales unfold,
Of yesteryears and times untold,
A serenade of a life well-lived,
Warmth in every yarn she'd give.
Creaking rocker, rhythmic sway,
Grandmother’s words would steal away,
Into realms of dragons fierce,
Princes bold, and curses pierced.
Embers' glow on her face alight,
Revealing dreams beyond the night,
Her voice a lullaby to the soul,
In her saga, we find whole.
As flames do wane and stars do rise,
Her chronicle in us never dies,
Hearthside memories so dear,
Grandmother’s song, forever here.
