Soon there'll be no more weeping. 
You've been dismissed and made light of by your loved ones here...I shall cherish the sensitive spirit you are.
Your daughter cannot understand your thankless decades in the lab that made her garden possible but I was there.
Your grandchildren will remember you fondly...
But they may never know the times you went hungry...
So that they might not...I was there.
At last the time is here, Beloved.
I shall pluck you like a rose.
And hold you near for all eternity.
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