My grandma is Beatrix.
Her hair is all grey.
She has lots of wrinkles
that don’t go away.
Her blue eyes light up
whenever she smiles,
and her favourite thing
is walking for miles.

She might not be young
but she still is quite fit,
she strolls through the fields
and won’t stop to sit.
She loves taking photos
of birds in the sky,
and watching the swallows
that swoop as they fly.

She once owned a business
but now she’s retired,
and likes to write stories
at night by the fire.
Each single story
comes straight from her heart,
and I love all her lessons
on how to be smart.