The day of the funeral arrived and there I was standing before the grave stone. It read ‘MARY ROBERT WILSON’. There were lots of people here and I felt uncomfortable. I was only five years old when she died. Back then, nothing made sense. All I remembered was people dressed in black with their heads down and no sound apart from the rushing wind. The woman, Mary, was my mother. It was so long ago, and I was so young that I didn’t know how to react. I just stood there holding on to my fathers hand smiling not knowing that I would never see my mum again. Not knowing that my life was about to change and there was nothing I could about. 10 years later I recall the moment of her death, of her grave and only now... I realised it was too late to cry.
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He wants her to be Happier with someone else
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With the slave catchers right behind her".
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In the ancient and modern worlds, the poet (who is also the speaker) communicates to his kid about human behavior in the past and today. In "feel at home" his meaning to this: once, twice, there will be no thrice for then I find doors shut on me. He recalls a period when people shared true affection. They would laugh heartily and convey genuine emotions to one another. However, in today's fast-paced society, people regularly exchange frigid handshakes. They exchange greetings with a smile or laughter that reaches their eyes but does not reach their hearts. They are simply being courteous when they say 'come again' to a guest. According to the poet, people nowadays are frequently more interested in meeting those who are affluent, powerful, successful, or renowned than in meeting those who lack income or position.
