I thank my parents at length,
For inheriting their strength.
I relied on it many times to cope,
When I seemed to be at the end of my rope.
I was the last born in my family,
And often exposed to older members agony.
I observed early on,
How people coped when some one was for ever gone.
And how they recouped from deceit,
And dealt with some ones greed.
I continue to practice their coping skills and hope,
That I will always be able to cope.
And that I can deal,
With every thing till again I heal.
In the meantime I pray,
That more good then bad things come my way