Violins are playing with these thoughts following behind.
My heart cries as tragedy from the past strikes my mind.
I never wanted to remember her missed step.
She took a plunge falling fingertip away from fingertip.

Mrs. Doray looked up with her face messed up.
"Please dear, I need a hospital bed.
I feel the blood rushing to my head"

Her love with no hesitation, checked her in as a patient.

"Doctor, I need to hear your words correctly.
You miscalculated and calibrated!
You found that there was something now when there was nothing two months ago?!"

Husband: "She's sick, I cannot take this anymore."

Doctor: "This does not look good for her."

Her diagnosis is a slight state of consciousness.
Watching her daughter cry with blood-shot eyes.
Feeding her nothing but bits of ice.

"Mother! Mother! This cant go on for too much longer!
It's so sad to say but this pain will go away"

"I can't believe she's dead and gone!
At least her irises keep growing on my front lawn."