Lavender lady

Lavender Lady
Among the lavender, soft and sweet,
Where purple flowers and memories meet,
Stands Grandma gently in morning light,
A lovely soul, warm and bright.
Her hands once busy, kind and true,
With garden paths she quietly knew,
A wheelbarrow filled with blooms so fair,
And the scent of lavender in the air.
The seasons turned, the years rolled by,
Clouds drifted softly across the sky,
Yet after thirty-eight long years,
Love still shines through smiles and tears.
The garden blooms, the memories stay,
Not lost to time or far away,
For every lavender flower we see,
Brings back a little piece of thee.
So here she stands, our Lavender Lady,
Gentle, loving, calm and steady,
Forever blooming within our hearts,
A beautiful memory that never departs.