Young child,
Remember the promise,
The contract signed in
your first heartbeat.
Your first breath was not easy
And it never will be.
Young child,
You did not open your eyes
To live the rest of your life
Dreaming;
In your very first speech
You were screaming -
Young child,
You came to us
Squealing
Asking:
"What are these feelings I'm feeling?"
And I told you
This is pain,
You are alive,
And your promise is
Struggle and heartbreak
Even while you smile,
Young Child,
Your promise is death
For a while.
Is birth really a joyful event?