Betty bought a bit of butter.
But the bit of butter was too bitter..
The month started with death.
And ended with life.
The exams were fucked up.
But the smile was mine.
The weight on the shoulders was light (he had become so weak)
But the memories weighed heavy.
She screamed in pain.
Then the baby cried with life.
The father jumped in joy.
I am no longer a grandson but a brother am i.
So Betty bought a bit of butter to make the bitter butter better.