In the pages of her diary, softly worn with time,

She wrote of simple moments, every thought and rhyme.

The warmth of morning sunlight, the scent of coffee brewed,

Her gentle, treasured memories, all in words renewed.

(Oh, the little things, the little things she loved...)

Every little day, oh, how she’d pray,

For just another morning in her sweet, familiar way.

Every touch of grace, every smile, every trace,

In her heart, they’re always near, forever kept and dear.

Every little day, oh, how she’d pray,

For just another morning in her sweet, familiar way.

Oh, every little day, every little way,

In her heart, they stay, every little day.

Every touch of grace, every smile, every trace,

In her heart, they’re always near, forever kept and dear.

Oh, every little day, every little way,

These memories remain, every little day.

She wrote about the laughter, the stories softly shared,

Of walks beneath the starlight, and love beyond compare.

Her heart’s small silent wishes, her hopes and gentle fears,

Captured in her diary, like jewels through the years.

Through pages filled with dreams, in lines so tenderly,

The past was wrapped in love and care, a warm eternity.

(All those precious days, those precious ways...)

Every little day, oh, how she’d pray,

For just another morning in her sweet, familiar way.

Oh, every little day, every little way,

In her heart, they stay, every little day.

Every touch of grace, every smile, every trace,

In her heart, they’re always near, forever kept and dear.

Oh, every little day, every little way,

These memories remain, every little day.

In her diary’s light, she found her way,

To treasure every moment, every little day.

Today’s her day, Grandma’s memory stays,

We’re blessed because of you in so many ways.

Thank you, dear Grandma, for the love that you gave—

We’ll keep this precious life you helped us save.