What swells in me is anger. She taught you to love this land more then your wife. Yes, our failures were Your mother's fault. She hated me. I allow myself to be used.
Love is a growing thing.
Not allowed to grow, it dies. I've always loved you but inside yourself, you withered with inner doubts. You closed the door on me a long time ago. You used me to poison our son. You have poisoned our son.