In tender years, her hands would guide, Where wisdom flowed and love abides. Her gentle touch, a calming tide, Now sails in hearts with endless stride. Though time may steal her from the day, Her spirit's light won't fade away. In cherished corners, whispers play, Her love, a glow that's here to stay. For Granny's touch was brief, it's true, Yet in our souls, it blooms anew. Forever clasped, in dreams we view, Her hand that taught us love's pure hue.