WHERE HAVE I GONE WRONG?

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My nine months of waiting was gone,       
I finally got to be born,
"With small pretty bone!"
Said brother John!!

My eyes had grown,
And the first thing I saw made me torn,
Trying to be fearless as horn,
I saw how she was lone,

"Your father is gone!"
Said again brother John,
With a hungry yawn,
And a chuckle at his phone!

It is already dawn,
And mother was still lone,
She was ready to mourn,
For what she own,

"The funeral mode is on!"
Said again brother John,
And before I could know,
Mother was too gone!!!

Where have I gone wrong?????

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