Children? Prá that want?

Children, how much love!
They are our extension
When born, just seeing beautiful
As they grow, just annoyance
They know all of life
Think they are rulers
They think that heaven is near
But we know that is too far
I have beautiful children
But sometimes I regret having them
Only me understand who is already mother
Are beautiful in terms
Make us live in the sky
And down to hell
There are too many things from each other
Today more than ever
Mother can no longer even sizzle
The more you want to hit
Old days of yore!
Relationships with parents
It was much simpler
Children knew their place
Mother also had its altar
I leave my message here
I speak frankly
The other concepts are
We need the children learn
The benefit of all
And to understand the transformations
Because, every moment is unique
And truth be told!