Parental Pride

A sprinkle of bliss An ember of light Fulfilling a list For one single night A dash of magic We stretch ourselves thin Really, it’s tragic The debt, we get in The standards are high Great expectations Fantastical lie Excitement, chasing Pursuing a joy A fleeting delight So each girl and boy Gets more than a bite The come down is real Reality hits Perhaps you fulfilled Their every last wish It’s been done before No surprise, really. They know what’s in store Aren’t we so silly Our parental pride Made rotten spawn By lists, we abide We’re zombies, come dawn Mere moments are all We get to enjoy As their tiny claws Rip through to each toy They begged and pleaded Alas, they’ve received Tired and depleted But now we can breathe