Beware of self-pity
For you then will see
All of the bad and none of the good
Remember that your parents were under great pressures
You were not always the center of their universe
Sometimes the laundry had to be done
Sometimes the livelihood earned
Even as a child you sometimes felt abandoned, alone
In some desert place between lunch and dinner
Between the daily meals that somehow were never missed
A regularity of sustenance to be remembered when counting regrets.
