Babies smile and giggle and turn into screaming monsters. Don’t you want one?

Their little finger grabs yours

and you’re stuck with them.

Who needs sleep? Or alone time? Or friends?

 

“But they’re worth it.” Sometimes.

“They’re part of you. You made life.” In an overpopulated world.

“They can take care of you when you’re old.” Not comforting.

 

Parents are selfless

and crazy.

Poetry

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