The people you wonder about, Mister G,
Are regular people like you and like me.

They may had no clue what parenting would take,
Just found themselves thrown into the game.

Perhaps they thought they knew how to play
But rocking the cradle turned out of their way.

No matter how they ended holding their cards,
They soon learned there's nothing they cannot whitstand.

For you cannot bring life into this world,
And turn your back from it, from your own flesh and blood.

Some will try, some will do it - forget their child,
Leaving a meaningless life in the dark,

Away from the so-much-more they could have been,
If only they've acted less selfish and vain

But most of us, people like you and me,
Can rock a cradle and kiss chubby cheeks

Can wipe the tears, the noses, the butts, all while softening whatever harm
From their children's faces and from their own hearts.

Sometimes it's easy, often it's hard,
You do it regardless, for you are the one

The one who brought them into this world,
And now you're in awe at their love, forevermore.

Everything you ever thought you couldn't do,
Becomes possible once a child gets to you.

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