Thoughts of Grandchildren

In a world where every moment is a chance for magic, there's a story untold of a luminous grandma. 

She would have been the kind of grandmother whose laughter was like a melody that played on the strings of the heart. 

Her stories would light up the darkest room, each tale spun with the wisdom of the ages and the warmth of a thousand suns. 

She'd have cookies that didn't just taste good but felt like a hug for the soul, and her arms would always be a safe haven. 

In gardens of blooming flowers, she'd be the brightest, her love nurturing not just the plants, but the dreams of her grandchildren. 

Alas, not all stories come to pass, but the idea of her shines on—a beacon of what could have been, illuminating the path of what is to come.