Thank you for asking how do I feel.

Thanks for the pitifully small donations;

thank you for your prayers with no effect

and pills for obstipation. 

Thank you for antidepressants;

without them it would be even worse.

Because of that canned, stinky fish you sent

I am still having nightmares.

Thank you for the lighter and tobacco. 

Well, the tobacco was disgusting, but anyway

thank you a hundred times for thinking of us

and for all those boxes full of useless shit.

Thank you for your friendly criticism.

I know I am still stupid and irresponsible. 

Thank you for the birthday card;

you remembered, isn’t that awesome?!

Thank you for your effort and advice,

for fighting for us from a safe distance,

because you really are a generous man.

You are a classic hero archetype.