And eyes that held a gentle shine,
She stood, a pillar strong and true,
Grandma, the heart of Ribbons' hue.
Her love, a tapestry so grand,
Woven with threads of helping hand,
A comforting embrace, a warm refrain,
She nurtured dreams, eased every pain.
Though memories of war still lingered near,
Her spirit soared, dispelling fear,
With stories spun of ancient lore,
She painted worlds, forevermore.
Her ribbons, symbols of her grace,
A vibrant palette in life's embrace,
Red for courage, blue for peace,
A life well-lived, her spirit released.
A whisper now, upon the breeze,
Her legacy lives, in rustling trees,
In kindness shared, in laughter bright,
Grandma's love, a guiding light.