The Heart that Understands

In the quiet of her stories, I find my peace,  

Where her words wrap around me, and worries cease.  

She knows the secrets I hide deep inside,  

And with just one look, she turns the tide.

Though her knees ache, she never shows,  

Standing for hours, where her love flows,  

Into every dish, every snack she makes,  

A silent strength in the care she takes.

When the world feels too loud, and voices sting,  

Her arms are the sanctuary where I cling.  

She listens, she knows, she doesn’t need to say,  

Her presence alone sweeps the pain away.

She tells me of her youth, her wild, free days,  

In her eyes, I see the life she portrays.  

A wisdom that soothes, a heart that sees,  

The parts of me no one else frees.

Sometimes, when mom can’t seem to understand,  

Grandma holds my world in her gentle hand.  

She loves me in ways words can’t define,  

In her embrace, I find a lifeline.

I’m blessed, truly, in ways she’ll never know,  

For every moment we’ve shared, every soft glow.  

And all I ask, in the quiet of night,  

Is more time with her, wrapped in her light.