From the first day that your children are born,
You’ll try to be happy, but get ready to mourn.
You’ll try to keep them safe from all danger,
Don’t eat that and don’t talk to a stranger.
You read them the same ridiculous book,
Or play a game where you talk gobbledygook.
You feed them, house them, replace clothes outgrown,
Buy a Barbie, a car, or a cell phone.
You persevere through the years of enui,
Spend your life savings on a degree.
And then comes the day when they will announce,
Ev’rything about you they must renounce.
Your views are too weak, or maybe too strong,
But “whatever” – you’re just totally wrong.
You look back and wonder what was so wrong,
A list of your missteps that is lifelong.
You tried very hard, you know that you did,
To do the best you could do for your kid.
There’s no one you’ll find who’s better skilled in,
Ripping your heart out than your own children.