Children are annoying

There I said it

They terrorise

Aware of unconditionality

So have no fear

To ask for comfort

At 4am

To say they hate you

At the mere denial of sugar

Or for the thought crime of feeling bored

After the 17th repetition of that shitty game

But an annoying friend you can ditch

A pain-in-the-arse sibling you pinch

Over coffee you can bitch about a colleague who is self aware as a rock and as self absorbed as a mirror

But your children you endure

And that’s love

Or at least one part of it

A facet powerful enough to deal with constant innovative mess, the roulette wheel of emoticons and the snot stained barrage of ‘why’s’ that even chat gpt would struggle to answer