Val Jennings Poet Rhyme

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.

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Valerie Staton February 28, 2019 at 11:28 PM Mouth dropped wide open! Love this poem! This is so wonderfully written! Definitely a FAVE! Val Jennings March 3, 2019 at 5:05 AM Thanks! She is in heaven now, 7 Children call her blessed.

Valerie Staton February 28, 2019 at 11:15 PM Nicely written!