Joy or toothache?

To create a new life
in the hope for joy
Where pain be bore
to birth a girl or boy
And strung to heart
in worry and love
To keep living and safe
all giving to an endless enough
To cradle and coo
nurture and grow
Take pride at each milestone
of your genetic prodigy on show
With constant work in progress
for their ever greater good
Then to aim for an accolade
at each stage of parenthood
Though in a blink of an eye
your prodigy is grown
And just as you pause for praise
out the door your chick as flown
To their new life and afar
your heart strings stretched to burst
In the reflect of an empty nest
the scales tip from best to worst
So if you're debating procreating
it can appear a cruel truth
That parenting can be a joy
but also painful as a serpent's tooth!