"There are no poems about grandmothers' love, I don't have a poem for grandchildren," Inbal Cohen (the youngest grandmother I know) complained to me on the eve of the holiday. We laughed and I told her, "Come on, this is a challenge." After a few hours, a sketch was ready, and here it is after a few corrections and changes. So to all the grandmothers, young and old, because there is no love like a grandmother's love.