benightedness
Posted by islington on January 21, 2002 at 04:58:14:
My grandmother use to feed me butter when I was a child.
Those were her words one day.
She always seemed happy.
Not a class clown, but definitely loved by all.
Some were not so nice,
cruel words they painted on her.
How sad my heart became one day
for I saw the hurt in her eyes,
even though she seemed to laugh with them.