I wish I wrote this piece earlier than now.
I wish I wrote this under a more pleasant circumstance.
But, no!
The reverse is the case.
She was an old woman, yet, full of strength.
Her weakness was her heart of kindness.
But, who knows.
Maybe her weakness was also the source of her strength.

I wish I wrote this piece earlier.

The last memory of you I have
Was the one which I saw you eating.
I wished that night never came.
After that night came, I wished it never left.
because it was the...