In the tapestry of eighty years, Threads intertwine with love and tears, A mother's hands, worn by the soil, Embrace the warmth of honest toil. Oh, Grandma, pillar strong and kind, In care and wisdom, you're entwined, Three children grew beneath your light, Guided by love, their hearts took flight. From dawn's first call to evening's rest, Your life, a testament of the best, Eighty years, a radiant flame, In hearts, forever, lives your name.