I know now,
how they must have felt.
Those loving vintners,
who watched over
their vineyards
like a concerned father,
a momma cat,
who
caressed
& nurtured
their grapes,
made supreme varieties,
the most magnificent blends,
with hints of French-oak.
I know now,
how they must have felt,
polishing off their last glass
of their finest vintage.
Those loving vintners.