In your grandmother's embrace, you found your sanctuary,
A haven woven from laughter and whispered secrets.
She was your compass, your truest friend,
The only soul in your family who saw beyond the surface—
In her gaze, judgment melted away,
Dissolving like sugar in warm tea,
She loved you, flaws and quirks, like one of her well-worn quilts,
A masterpiece stitched from every thread of your being
In the kitchen, you and her created magic with every mix of the bowl
Aroma of you and her baking curling through the air—
Every cookie a story,
Every pie a moment shared.
Each recipe an echo of your bond,
Each bite is a reminder of love baked into every crumb.
You and her lost yourselves in the glow of classic films,
And the gentle heartstring pull of Hallmark tales
You and her laughter was like a melody that danced in the air
Like the flickering lights of an old projector.
You found solace in her room, more than your own
You spent most of your nights in her room, cocooned in her warmth,
Talking about whatever was on either of your minds
Falling asleep in her bed while she nestled in her recliner
Your grandmother, your lighthouse at sea
A love like no other, pure and deep,
The melody you carry with you always.
