~Esther Mitchell, 2011~
It’s easier to love a child,
Who holds your same beliefs.
It’s easier to accept a child,
Whom you don’t have to work to understand.
It’s easier to give,
When a child demands their due,
Than to even notice,
When one gives everything to you.
It’s simpler to relate,
When a child’s choices make you proud,
It’s simpler to care,
When a child is everything you wished for.
Yes, it’s easier to love a child,
You don’t see as strange, “broken,” or obscene.
Much easier to love a child,
When they’re actually seen.