For this could be the last,
Time, I hold you, mother,
So, let none put asunder,
This love, in blood cast.
My mother suffered a mild stroke six months after my father died in 2016, they were married forty-six years. She'll be seventy years old in year twenty-twenty.
She is with me presently to help with her newborn grandson as is the Yoruba tradition.
It's always a dicey situation with her around because of her strong beliefs and strictness. None of which my wife will have.