The crisp morning air gently kissed her skin,

As she sipped her golden, herbal tea.

She sought out her “Greatest Grandma” mug daily,

Although she struggled to hold it,

Her hands trembled as if they were an overeager chihuahua,

Yet her lips always found a way to greet them.

She was renowned for her impeccable cake,

For it was the finest you’d ever gaze upon,

Her cake was thick, rich, but ever so tender,

And could make one drool like Niagra Falls.

The entire county fantasized for a sliver of her cake,

As others strived to draw the faintest comparison,

The way her cake had a slight bounce to it,

Could silence even the harshest of critics.

But even her cake could not compare to her looks,

For her beauty was unimaginable,

Unfathomable to almost all,

Pausing the world as she glided through it.

She was blessed by the Lord,

As God took his time as he handcrafted her for the world,

Her preeminent desserts will carry on her baking legacy,

But in our hearts, she will forever be known as Dylan’s Grandma.