One kid, two kids, three or four -
Why does society keep the score?
Zero kids? Instant concern,
Suddenly every aunt can discern!
An uncle leans in, clears his throat,
Audits my womb like a balance note.
Plan soon. “Time is ticking,” he declares,
Strange - I don't remember my life being listed in your cares?
Age added years, not common sense,
Wrinkles deep, but too much pretense and nonsense.
Advice flows, unsolicited, loud,
A public service, self-endowed.
One child? “Only one?” they sigh.
Two? “Better - but why not for more - you try?”
Three? “It’ll all work out somehow.”
Wonderful - so would you be parenting now?
