After threescore years and eleven on this earth, my mother died.
I woke up into a new and strange country that was far away from anywhere I had ever lived.
It was scary and sad to know that there was no way to go back to the home I'd known.
With drooping wings ye Cupids come,
And scatter roses o'er her tomb,
Soft and gentle as her heart;
Keep here your watch, and never part.
