She may not always be by my side

 She may not always be by my side,

but she is never far from my heart.

My granddaughter lives in my thoughts,
in my quiet worries,
in every whispered prayer I send into the night.

Even when words fail,
even when distance grows,
my love finds its way to her —
through faith, through hope, through a heart that never stops caring.

She is part of my soul,
woven into every piece of who I am.
And no matter where life takes her,
she will always be held —
by my love,
and by my prayers.