The sunlight streams through kitchen blinds,
A warm embrace upon the day,
And memories of childhood find,
Their way back to me, where I stay.
I see your hands, so strong and kind,
That kneaded dough and smoothed my hair,
Your laughter, like a summer wind,
Blowing away all doubt and care.
You taught me how to bake a pie,
To read a book, to mend a tear,
You showed me how to fly so high,
And never let the world be dear.
Your love was like a constant star,
Guiding me through darkness deep,
You held my hand, both near and far,
And kept my heart safe, sound asleep.
So on this day, I raise a toast,
To you, my Grandma, kind and true,
Your love, a gift I treasure most,
A guiding light, forever new.