Patience and faith

My grandma had this incredible way about her, you know? She'd weave wisdom into every word, like a gentle flow: "Patience and faith." Whether I was feeling lost in sorrow's undertow, bubbling over with joy's warm glow, or grappling with anger's fiery blow—her guidance, a steady compass, would always show. When tears streamed down my face, and despair held me tight, she'd envelop me in her arms, a haven in the night. "Patience and faith embrace," she'd murmur with insight. Life's storms may rage, casting shadows of doubt and fright, but with patience and faith, we find strength to ignite. In moments of laughter, with joy echoing all around, her smile would brighten, a beacon so profound. "Remember, dear, in life's merry-go-round, patience and faith keep us steady and sound." Grounded in love's embrace, blessings abound, ready to face whatever may astound. Her last words to me, filled with love's gentle grace, "Patience and faith," she whispered, leaving a lasting trace. "Hold them close, my dear, in every place," a legacy of wisdom to embrace. Though she's no longer here, her spirit I chase, in memories cherished, her love I retrace. Her words, like a melody, in my heart they sleep, guiding me onward, in life's rhythm deep. "Patience and faith," a mantra to keep, through every trial, in every leap.