Grandmother Tamara, at seventy years old, Through the darkness and uncertainty, her light shines bold. Blind eyes, but a soul like fire, She will tell tales, take us to a realm higher. Through years and storms, she guides us on our way, In her voice, tenderness, like a song's sway. She remembers the warmth of childhood, flowers and dawn, As if in every story - life's wisdom drawn. She whispers of happiness, of life's ultimate end. Though the world may seem darker to her, my friend, But in her...