There are times when one needs a hammock to relax;
So, one doesn't have to receive or send a fax.

Dr. Hammock was my neurosurgeon's name;
But, her car accident death was not good for keeping her the
same.

For she was a good doctor, but she medically neglected me;
But, my parents did not see.

For, they neglected their child as well;
A long time ago, I'd wish they both go to hell.

But, now, them I must forgive;
So I can allow myself to live.

It's not easy living life as one who is always recovering;
But, often, new things I am discovering.

I am finding out I can get on with my life;
I need self-expression, anti-depressants, beer sometimes,
and to be Jacob's wife.

Besides, there are worse tragedies from which I can't hide;
Like my sister committing suicide.

That is something I'll never get over;
Not even if I find a four-leaf clover.

But, on to a new poem I must get;
For, it doesn't help much to be filled with regret.