What is beautiful?

the poem in my last update was written for my great grandmother, who died a year ago. The last few years of her life, when i visited her- which was rarely- i'd say "i love you" and she'd say "No, you don't, you don't even know me." And i thought, wow, i could probably say that to a lot of people too.

Then i realized it could have been the Alzheimer's talking, and she, actually, didn't really remember who i was.