To the Mother of My Children

As seasons go, I value, so, the autumn of my life. I'm thankful and delighted that you have been my wife. I may be a miser, wanting to keep what I have held. I may be a beggar, seeking help so I can build. I may be a vampire or a sucking leech who's starving for affection with his suckers out of reach. I may be a broken down, defeated, lonely man. I miss you darling, fiercely. You were a joyous partner, Nan.