In the quiet hush of dawn's embrace, Time whispers tales of a gentle grace, A grandmother, with eyes like twilight's glow, Who sailed on vast seas of love and sorrow. Through seasons danced her steadfast soul, In tales woven rich, she made us whole, Her laughter still echoes in silent halls, Her warmth lingers in our memories' calls. She's not gone, just turned a page, To a different chapter, ageless stage, Where loved ones gather, hand in hand, In gardens of stars, they'll gently stand. Her spirit, a beacon, lights our way, In every dawn, in every day, For in the heart's soft, sacred space, She's found again in love's embrace.