Dear parents, br I forgive you my life, br Begotten in a drab town, br The intention was good; br Passing the street now, br I see still the remains of sunlight. br br It was not the bone buckled; br You gave me enough food br To renew myself. br It was the mind's weight br Kept me bent, as I grew tall. br br It was not your fault. br What should have gone on, br Arrow aimed from a tried bow br At a tried target, has turned back, br Wounding itself br With questions you had not asked.