My kids shall be swell,
Surely beautiful as hell.
On the outside, and the in,
I'll be passing on acceptance to my kin.

They'll be people whose voices are soft,
Like cotton,
But also raucous,
Like rebellion.

They'll understand what is acceptable,
And what is unhuman;
They'll be soft but not totally susceptible,
So that their hearts won't go to ruin.

They'll have character, compassion, empathy,
For the sick, the broken, the ignorant, and the healthy.

I had to teach myself these things, and what life brings;
They'll have me, to help guide them through the stings.