Why Have Children?

Told by many:
Have a baby.
Answered by none:
Why have children?

It made me pause—
why I want a little wonder,
to whom I wish to surrender,
what meaning it might render.

Then quietly, it was revealed,
this truth was never sealed:
children are pure magic,
their being needs no logic.

They bind scattered families,
rekindle affection and love,
bring forth our childhood stories
only our parents remember.

In them, we relive our childhood—
its innocence, its light—
and learn, at last,
gratitude for those who raised us right.

They ask for sacrifice,
yet give us something rare:
a reason to grow gentler,
a heart more aware.

They carry our culture forward,
our values, our names, our ways—
small hands holding
centuries of yesterdays.

Their curiosity is contagious,
offering a new lens on the world.
You want to live well for your child,
and suddenly, you’re afraid to die.

And that is why
having children
is not the end of you—
it is how you continue.