Grandmother

When does it come?

How is it here

Where is it from?

Look in the mirror

Look at the face

That showed so many feelings

That wore that veil of lace

That discerned so many meanings

The face that cared

That nurtured them

When they were bared

The face that loved

It has been so many years

Since you watched him

Fix the old bike gears

The bikes are gone

In the end, it comes from experience

The experiences that matter

From your lenience

Finally, you are Content.