The (incomplete) Panorama of the Parental Phenomenon

This may sound pedantic 
Indeed it may just be semantics 
But it is the panorama of the parental phenomenon

I can't complain
That suggests I regret
But I can moan. 

Sleep is just an impossibility 
Compounded by the need of responsibility
They ask for abundance when I only have adequate

Good enough
As my mother says
Is Good enough

But the joy they bring
It is worth more than anything 
In moments of pride and passion and play.

Childhood innocence 
As much as it is fiction 
Encourages caper

Above all is love
A real and deep love.
Someone so small brings out such loyal lavishing love.

But I can still moan about matinal manure.