The children born of all sins: out of wedlock, infidelity, immaturity, and even rape
And those born out of love overflowed
All gifts, ask anyone with a religion
Wrapped in skin
Meant to be unfolded but instead we are molded
Your ideals impressed upon us, your utopia embodied.
You take a chance on this blank slate you are given.
Told if it's done right, it'll be worth it.
We are your chosen burdens
Money, time, sleep, and sanity in exchange for a legacy.
Opportunities paved and slaved for us. We are your investments
The sleepless nights and tantrums for the "ooh's, ah's and all the applause.
Yes, we give you your grey hairs and worry lines
But look no further for immortality
For you will forever live on in our memories
And you shall bleed into every relationship, every thought, and into the lives of our very own gifts
So, let me ask you this. Did you give us the gift of life or were you yourselves given the gift?
Author Notes: Not necessarily my personal beliefs on what it means to be a parent or what I believe most parents' motives are.