In the garden of years where memories bloom, Carmen, a beacon, lights up the room. With gentle hands that time cannot bind, She weaves tales of love, endlessly kind. Though twenty-one vessels of time she holds, In wisdom and warmth, a heart of gold. A lighthouse for me and my mother so dear, Guiding with strength, dispelling our fear. Every moment she grants, a gift so profound, In her presence, joy and laughter resound. To Carmen, my grandma, today we raise, A chorus of gratitude, a lifetime of praise.