#My_Granny_at_Sixty_Six

She stood, like a willow, weathered yet strong,
In the autumn of her years, where memories belong.
Her face, a map of decades, etched with grace,
Wrinkles like rivers, time's delicate trace.

Her eyes—two moons, holding secrets untold,
Reflecting wisdom in silver and gold.
Her voice, a gentle breeze, caressing the night,
Soft as the dawn, bringing warmth with its light.

Years like leaves...