Closing the War Room

Dear wife when I leave my red-light-lit war room behind me can you tidy up my love. Sorry about the mess, I was a befuddled general, I led far too many into my own dark fears. Can you put way my cluttered battle maps, dire dispatches and unbroken codes, then please take my desk and chair into the sunlight where in time they might become mossy and ornamental for your small garden? The abandoned room should be turned into a nursery for green and yellow plantings. The war chest is open and empty, make it a crib for all the infants who can now live forever peacefully with themselves.