My Grandmothers Nite-Lite To Heaven (To All Our Grandmothers)
It was a cool crisop Autum Eve I was of laying outside upon my Favorite hill gazing above To the evening sky Of darkness Counting ashigh as I could All the stars that filledthe Heavenly skies. Suddenly, the direction of the soft, crisp, breeze blew Just right I could smell the scent of my... Sign in to see full entry.