I stand here, the youngest of the grandsons in this place, Too small to remember her face. But deep in my heart, I can feel her presence near, Her love wrapping me in warmth, clear. Though my time with her was short, I know her love was a powerful, endless support. I may not remember the moments we had, But her love for me was unwavering, never to disband. Her hugs, her kisses, her gentle touch, Are memories that I cherish so much. They live on in me, a constant reminder, Of a love that's...