In quiet dawns, where whispers tread, A grandma's love softly threads, In faith she walked, her path so true, With hands that guided us anew. Her prayers a cloak, her heart a flame, In Jesus’ name, she softly came, To gather us in warm embrace, Her memory, a sacred place. Though heaven holds her spirit bright, Her love remains, a gentle light. In family bonds, her soul replete, In faith, we find her, spirit sweet.